I was in my old friend's mother's dinning room at the table waiting for dinner. I was sitting in such a way that I was facing into the kitchen. Suddenly my co-worker appeared, an obvious guest to the dinner. A small glass bowl of cut up chicken was placed in front of me. I started to eat it, it tasted odd, too watery. I realized that I probably shouldn't be eating it, because it might be for everyone. I felt general sadness, unease.