In my dreams

Last night I dreamed I was having dinner at the home of a family I had just met. The mother was cooking in the kitchen. I was at the table eating with a fork that kept bending when it went into my mouth, so I took it to the kitchen and asked the mother for a different one. She kindly pulled another out of the drawer and said, Try this one. I did, but it was also soft, bending at the touch. I shrugged it off and said, I guess I'm just used to forks that don't bend, and tried graciously to accept the one she'd given me.