so i was in some sort of place, a combination between an apartment and an old goodwill. i was trying to escape from the nazis, but i could only powerwalk. that's ok, because so could the guy who was chasing me, who looked like monty python-era john cleese. i had a mouthful of water, and an announcer mentioned that i was the water-spitting champion, so i spit it at him, but i completely missed. so i just powerwalked with all my might. suddenly narration said "but unfortunately, he was distracted by what may or may not be hamburgers." i looked, saw a vending machine that had vaguely hamburger-sounding ingredients, and i turned and walked past it.
(An alternate remembering of this dream involves "what may or may not be sandwiches.")
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