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Maybe, influenced by our short conversation yesterday, I don't know... I dreamed that we (don't ask who "we" are, I don't know either. But we) made a huge wholesale batch of various goodies. From what I remember: meatloaf and chicken (tabaka-style chicken). Well, and there were leftovers, which ended up at my place (if I'm not mistaken, they were delivered by plane). And there were quite a few leftovers; it was whole trays (huge, metal, the size of a dining table) of chicken and meat. We were set for a feast for a long time.
So, I was having a feast. I ate a couple of chicken legs and a breast. And somehow, I didn't run out of space. I take another breast and see that it's all made of some kind of small tinsel, part of the tinsel is blue, part is turquoise. For some reason, this didn't bother me, and I put this thing in my mouth, but I felt a faint smell of mold and realized that this breast had gone bad. I often have to smell things in my dreams, but this time the smell seemed to save my life, which is funny.)
I don't remember the transition (of course). I remember that I and some random acquaintance spontaneously decided to pull off the deal of the century. Another random person (not an acquaintance) approached us, and for some reason, he desperately needed an apple. And we had two! Two whole apples! Of course, this didn't quite reach the volumes in the first part of the dream, but it was still a lot. The apples were a bit rotten; he immediately rejected the first one, and agreed to the second (although it was almost eaten, and the skin was cut off on the sides with a knife, along the equator of the apple). And since the apple was very important to him, we offered him a price of 315 rubles. That's how it was. Well, he asked for a discount, and all that, saying it was too expensive. But then I applied a brilliant marketing trick. It turned out that all this time I was standing there, sipping tea from a small jar (probably 100-150 ml). And just at that moment, I finished and was about to throw the jar away. Well, and then it occurred to me, and I said: "No, we will sell you the apple for 315 rubles. But for free, completely free, we will give you this magnificent jar!" The client happily agreed. I washed the jar and put it on the table along with the apple; he put out two pencils (it turned out that they were somehow part of the deal, that is, in addition to the 315 rubles, he was also paying us with two pencils, which could not but please). The client started taking out the money, and then my partner suddenly had a strange episode. He turned to me and said, "Eight, four hundred and thirty" and started writing down the number. On his phone. I was like, "What?.." He said, "Well? Eight-four hundred and thirty?" (he writes, but not 8-430, but somehow 8-492, then quickly erases it and writes 8-493). I was completely confused. And then I woke up.
So, I was having a feast. I ate a couple of chicken legs and a breast. And somehow, I didn't run out of space. I take another breast and see that it's all made of some kind of small tinsel, part of the tinsel is blue, part is turquoise. For some reason, this didn't bother me, and I put this thing in my mouth, but I felt a faint smell of mold and realized that this breast had gone bad. I often have to smell things in my dreams, but this time the smell seemed to save my life, which is funny.)
I don't remember the transition (of course). I remember that I and some random acquaintance spontaneously decided to pull off the deal of the century. Another random person (not an acquaintance) approached us, and for some reason, he desperately needed an apple. And we had two! Two whole apples! Of course, this didn't quite reach the volumes in the first part of the dream, but it was still a lot. The apples were a bit rotten; he immediately rejected the first one, and agreed to the second (although it was almost eaten, and the skin was cut off on the sides with a knife, along the equator of the apple). And since the apple was very important to him, we offered him a price of 315 rubles. That's how it was. Well, he asked for a discount, and all that, saying it was too expensive. But then I applied a brilliant marketing trick. It turned out that all this time I was standing there, sipping tea from a small jar (probably 100-150 ml). And just at that moment, I finished and was about to throw the jar away. Well, and then it occurred to me, and I said: "No, we will sell you the apple for 315 rubles. But for free, completely free, we will give you this magnificent jar!" The client happily agreed. I washed the jar and put it on the table along with the apple; he put out two pencils (it turned out that they were somehow part of the deal, that is, in addition to the 315 rubles, he was also paying us with two pencils, which could not but please). The client started taking out the money, and then my partner suddenly had a strange episode. He turned to me and said, "Eight, four hundred and thirty" and started writing down the number. On his phone. I was like, "What?.." He said, "Well? Eight-four hundred and thirty?" (he writes, but not 8-430, but somehow 8-492, then quickly erases it and writes 8-493). I was completely confused. And then I woke up.