pretentious and baffling dream of the now

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Dreamt this morning that Dave Eggers' small press printed a book on consumerism that came with an enormous bag of potato chips. The bag was about the size of a bed pillow and was covered with tiny, intricate text closely resembling an early issue of McSweeney's. The chips were herbed cucumber ranch. Since we were in a used bookstore, the bag had (of course?) already been opened. I had a few chips and they were pretty good.

I have decided that what this dream was trying to tell me is that I should try and create Pimm's Cup flavored potato chips. If done correctly I believe they would be quite tasty and sell well in England.