Reminiscing with a group of very random* people I knew in high school, we remember the person whose thing was carrying a "spicy roll" everywhere and guarding it vociferously, making sure that no one else would touch, steal or eat it.
* - There is no such thing as randomness in dreams. My rudimentary psychoanalytical training fails me.
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