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For once, I think I can see the events promoting this experience.

I had been watching a Blu-ray episode of ‘Breaking Bad’.

Did not quite follow the chemistry, so looked it up online, where a number of sites explain the organic chemistry behind the scenes depicted in the drama. It was the scene to do with Chirals: molecules which contain the same atoms, but which are mirror images of each other. The Left-Handed molecule being a nasal decongestant, the Right-Handed one, a psychoactive substance.

Being tired, I decided to skip my evening meal, and retire. Noted to myself that I probably need to sling that Chicken Curry, which has now sat for too long in the fridge.

Unfortunately, my sleeping brain concatenated (sling together) the two aforementioned.

Curry nights here are open house, or at least were, prior to Covid lock down: an event for sharing with neighbours.

So my dream finds me hiding from the police who are hot on the trail of this fermented concoction: a chiral chicken curry which is having totally unpredicted outcomes on the behaviour of people in the neighbourhood.

With dreams like mine, who needs the cinema.