One of the only reoccurring dreams I have also happens to be one of the weirdest dreams in existence. It started when I was around 5. I'm walking through a shopping center with my dad, when I run ahead into a bakery. The walls of the bakery are lined with children chained up who are going to be baked into croissants and all kinds of bread. In the far left corner there's a big old black iron oven, and through the bars a strange blue face stares back at me. I go to leave and run away, but it turns out the bakery is run by the spice girls, and baby spice and scary spice run after me. Their heads kind of morph into sharks and they eat a chunk out of my back. As far as reading into dreams go, I don't think it could say much other than a fear of the spice girls and bakeries, but I have the same dream at least once a year.
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