I went to some fast food restaurant for breakfast and asked for an orange juice with my meal. The cachier told me that they didn’t have any. They didn’t have milke ither, which i asked about by accident. I asked what they did have,and she told me solid noion. I gave her a really strange look in return and explained that solid isn’t a drink, and onion juice isn’t really a beverage. Some girrl behind me brushed up behind me but something stabbed and hurt my bak. Some smal l piecof plastic I guess. She apologized and asympathised with me about the lack of oranjucie.
There was a sceond dream after this as well, but I don’t remember it.