Dream Diary #29 | Prison And A Feast

So last night in my dream, I was a prisoner or something. 

I got captured and I was being imprisoned in this dirt village type of prison. It was odd, like all the cells were made of mud and sticks. The prison made its money through an import/export business, and I guess all of the imports were vegetables. Then Boston got angry at the prison for not acknowledging them as one of their importers (I think they imported lettuce or something). The prison only acknowledged Denmark as their sole importer. Weird.

And even though the prison was getting so many vegetables, I was still starved for 20 days there. Well, I guess prisoners don't really get to eat that much. But they only let me eat rotting fish and weird things like that, so I didn't eat any of it. So there I was 20 days later, when they suddenly released me...and threw me a goodbye party??? They made me a HUGE FEAST with all sorts of different food, but I was crying so hard that I couldn't even eat. Either I was crying because I was so happy I was being released or crying because I couldn't eat because my stomach couldn't handle it. I'm not really sure which one it was. Maybe a bit of both.
But I was so happy to see fresh fish, tons of fresh vegetables, fruits, breads...I don't think I had ever felt so happy seeing food in my life (even though this was just in a dream).