Had a dream my dad took me to an old candy store in Hightstown, NJ, where I grew up. We never made it inside but I remember it being in its original state. The candy store never existed but it reminded me of a store called Tracys, a nickel and dime store I used to love. Michael Welliver, an old teacher of mine, worked for my dad and he met us in town. We then became distracted and went to get some apple strudel, which had chicken in it. I walked around and saw a woman selling hats and I felt bad for her because they were pathetic looking hats.