Benjamin thought back to his night and the dreams he had. There was only one that had lingered long enough in his mind to recall. And he began to tell it:

"I was cooking in a kitchen - in my dream it felt like my kitchen, but it was really modern and bright and we don't have a kitchen like that at home - and I was making a stew. For some reason I was adamant it needed strawberries and we didn't have strawberries, so I asked my sister to get some. She came back with blueberries and I send her away for strawberries again, and then she came back with blackberries. And the third time she had raspberries. And then I found some strawberries in the oven - I don't know how they got there - and put those in the stew." 

He finished the last of his tea. "Now that I'm awake it sounds absolutely disgusting to put strawberries in a stew," he laughed a bit and shrugged, "but in my dream it seemed to make sense."