From the apartment kitchen came the soft bubbling sound of simmering broth. Naima looked around with a satisfied smile.
"Wow, my dream's getting cooler and cooler," she said, walking toward the kitchen. On the counter, ingredients were neatly arranged as if prepped by a professional chef: slices of boiled chicken, carrots, celery, and a tempting mix of fragrant spices.
She took a spoon and tasted the broth. "Hmm~ perfect! I can't even cook, and suddenly I'm a chef!" she chuckled. "And the craziest thing? I live in Seoul, yet all these spices are from Indonesia! Look—whole nutmeg, ground pepper, cloves, cinnamon, even star anise! This is insane, I could make rendang if I wanted."
Naima closed the pot lid, still amazed by how vivid this "dream" felt. "Most realistic lucid dream ever," she murmured, inhaling the savory aroma.
