I asked for mustard and was told there was none. I accepted this, but later was in the back room and saw a whole baggie full of mustard. There was a silly argument. I was angry, not because the mustard was so important, but because they had lied to me and tried to say that it was impractical to use the mustard.
The motel where we were staying was robbed. But I couldn't identity what was missing from our room. Then I woke up.
In this same dream my brother was sick with a strange condition.
