In my reality at the grocery store last week, I checked the eggs that I was buying to make certain all of them were okay. They were. I then went to one of the checkout registers. The store's cashier also checked out the eggs to make certain they were all okay. They were still all perfect.
In a dream that same night, I was at the same grocery store again. I was trying to buy eggs. Each time when I opened up the top of an egg carton, I immediately saw that all of the eggs were cracked. I then gave up and decided not to buy any eggs.
I think I was trying to tell myself that I didn't have to be perfect and that life often includes some broken parts.
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