In this dream I was sitting in the lobby of my work building. I was at a desk writing. Every time I had a good idea, I’d try to ask someone walking by, what they thought. They’d give me their opinion and mustard would fall out of my hair and land on my shirt. I was beginning to have a hard time with the writing. All the different comments and varying views made me think too much, and be over critical, and I’d scratch out an idea or get frustrated. My co workers came over to me at different points and asked why there was mustard on me. “Dude, you should probably clean that off”. I kind of liked it though, it didn’t bother me all too much. I somehow felt like I needed it.

Then suddenly a Unicorn appeared before me and said:

You can’t wear your inner mustard on your shirt for all to contemplate “Why is there mustard on your shirt?”

I suppose at this point I should explain the unicorn. Real life conversations easily flow into my dreams. A good friend and I used to joke about unicorns solving all the worlds problems, and I’d imagine this stuck in my brain.

I’d imagine everyone gets the morale so I won’t explain that.