A dream fragment: A chef had a bunch of small, newborn babies in mason jars. They were alive, but sleeping like fetuses. He was going to cook with them.
Later in the dream, he gave me a steak with sauce and I knew it was made with one of the babies. I took a bite and it tasted awful. When I told the chef, he said that he knew, that based on the steaks he just made the babies were no longer good for cooking with.
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