I had this strange dream set in a nice suburban tree-filled landscapre, somewhere between Trenton Ohio and Middletown Ohio. The beginning and setup are largely forgotten, something about a relatively young child with reading (?) issues whom I had driven to his nice suburban home. I might have been his tutor, and there was a card - get well, thank you - to be signed. The child's mother was a real estate agent, I think, and she was preparing a dinner party. For reasons I no longer recall, I put the card into the oven, and when I opened the oven door, there was a human leg, from knee to toe, roasting. It was the maion course for the dinner party. I wasn't surprisded ore upset - the dream was not a frightening nightmare - but the mother wqas m,ostly concerned about the cooking time.
