This morning's dreams involved me and two female friends who had a house in which every single space available for storage was packed completely full of alcohol and food. It was more a place for sales, it wasn't for us. It was highly organized but incredibly packed. I remember a cabinet in the kitchen that amongst other things had several old fashioned glasses filled with scotch. There were other cabinets lined with other drinks as well. In very large closets were trays filled with various foods. Potato chips, fries, etc. I know this food and drink set up was inspired by the events surrounding food yesterday. But the glasses and all the alcohol is a little bit funny to me because of my recent fascination and conversations about 'old man' drinks. I remember being proud of myself and knowing exactly what type of alcohol was in various glasses just by looking at them. I remember going to smell one of the glasses of scotch for the sake of a customer [who was a man who had his very young son with him] and a little taste of the scotch splashed into my mouth. Which this event ultimately made me realized that my sense of smell and taste were present in the dream. Smell happens from time to time, but taste rarely ever does.
I'm especially enjoying the fact that Jon Hamm shows up in my Google images search of "old fashioned drinks".
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