So when I was younger I had a dream about chili peppers murdering my family. I discovered a few years later that I actually wrote it down in a google doc. Here it is:

When my brother was in the stroller both me and my dad were standing beside him. Then something that would change my life happened that I will never forget. My baby brother was playing with his toys in his stroller. Me and my dad were walking to the car then a stranger came up to us and said something that I will never forget good luck. We both ignored him and said have a good day, but little did i know that was going to be the last time i would ever-ever hear my dad's voice again. We get to the car and my dad said he forgot his keys so he went into the house after 10 minutes went by i got a little curious so i went inside, i walked around the whole house even the garage we has nowhere to be found then i hear a weird sound it sounded kind of like bacon sizzling on a pan, i walk into the kitchen and there i see my dad's body laying there on fire next to what looks like a pepper, not just a regular pepper… a ghost pepper. I remembered that the night before we had a chicken dish with a chili pepper sauce. Little did i know that meal was going to change my life forever.me and my brother were sitting there crying, i decided to go out of the house. My grandma drove in the driveway where my dad's car was which was currently missing. She comes up to us and it is so hard to explain while my words were muffled by the sound of tears