In the dream, I'm running with Sheldon into their apartment to pull a prank on the others. That prank is to sit in the two main chairs (amazing prank). On the table is a big bucket full of different food. One of the items is chicken wings and Sheldon and I dig in. They are good. The others all come in (as well as other people I know in real life). They all start taking food one by one, and I find out that the food was brought by one of my friends older brothers. The chicken wings were from McDonald's.
Chicken wings from McDonald's do exist. In China. From Flickr
The wings are crispy, hot and delicious, but sauce-less. Not as breaded as the ones in the above photo. I want to do a review, so I get out my camera, but I feel awkward because none of these people know I do a wing blog. I go to get another wing, but that is all people are eating, and they are all gone. I can't do a review, and I don't think I can get these wings again.
That's all that I remember. I have a sickness, I'm sure of it now.