I had the weirdest dream the other day.

I dreamt I was in Tokyo. The buildings. The lights. The crowds. It was all there. I'm walking down the street, when I notice a store. I walk inside, and it looks like a mom & pop grocery store except there's nothing on the shelves. But on the far wall there's a refrigerator section filled with different Mexican salsas.

A la Broadway, I suddenly break into song and dance to express my delight, although I don't know where the song came from or what the words to the song were. A Mexican lady is at the register and she tells me, "Go ahead, take the salsa of your choice."

And for the rest of the dream, I stand there, trying to choose which one I want.