There was another dream days later. I was eating something like pancakes at a house, then I was at a coffee shop with a plate of something like hash browns in front of me while wondering why I was eating again so soon. A lady to my left was pointing to a bunch of dog figurines, somewhere between felt and porcelain, but referring to a variety of flower.

I used to give some business to fortune tellers and common things I heard were about writing down dreams and starting my own business. Well, there you have it: Dan's Tangential Hash (or something stronger) House.