Given the types of dreams I have had for the past week, a bizarre dream about making “sardine-and-chutney” sushi is a vast improvement.
There was a slice of realism in this dream, I want you all to know.
I dreamed that I was making the sushi for a party, and I told one of my friends that I got the recipe from Martha Stewart Living (note, I don't actually read said magazine) and Christi told me the sardine-and-chutney sushi tasted exactly like vomit.
I think it would, don't you?