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I once had a dream that I was a spaghetti noodle. Yes, you heard it right. I was a spaghetti noodle. I was swirling in a pot of boiling water, feeling free and alive. But then, I heard a voice calling out to me. It was the meatball! The meatball was rolling towards me, getting bigger and bigger. I was terrified, but at the same time, I felt a strange connection to it.
Just as the meatball was about to gobble me up, I woke up. But even now, years later, I can't shake the feeling that I was meant to be reunited with that meatball. Maybe it was a sign that I should open a spaghetti and meatball restaurant. Or maybe it was a message from the universe to follow my dreams, no matter how unconventional they may be. Either way, I will always remember the day I became a spaghetti noodle in a dream.