The only thing I remember from my dream last night (I think it’s the only thing that happened in the dream anyway) is I was sitting in the dining table with my brother and on his plate was a fuckton of fries. He had cooked them all himself, and he had convinced himself that even though most of them looked quite normal to me, a lot of them were actually burnt and wouldn’t be good to eat. I grabbed a fry and said this one not only looked fine, but in fact was beautiful but he responded, “No it is not!”