I dreamt that I talked to several friends in succession about their experiences with my hot sauce. Each talk turned into a confession of sorts. And each confession was rather alike. They all started by listing all their troubles. One burned his mouth, another had heartburn for a few days, and yet another had severe diarrhea. Therefore, they all made a solemn promise to themselves never to touch the sauce again. Next, they felt curious about it after a long pause. Some even felt kind of challenged by it. They were surprised by their new feelings, but they all broke their promise in the end. Finally, they made the promise to themselves never to touch my sauce for the second time. Having burned their mouths, suffered from heartburn, or went through a bout of heavy diarrhea for the second time, they all took their promise much more seriously. I remember being perplexed by the confessions. My sauce did not strike me as such a debilitating condiment. But the friends I talked to were adamant about it. Never again! I woke up somewhat distraught. The confessions were pretty damning from start to finish. Perhaps I should really talk to several friends about their experiences with my hot sauce.