DreamerX97

I am walking through a worn-down town and notice a 70-something man behind a storage shed. It's a very hot day and he appears
to be in bad health. He asks me to hold onto this "important" bowl of soup for a week and then return it to him, or else
he will die. He hands me the soup and I walk away.

One week, and one day later I return (for whatever reason I lost track of time). The old man is lying on the ground dead.

After witnessing that beautiful picture, I spot a cheerful black dog approaching me. I decide that it is best to not waste
the soup. I walk down the road with the dog tossing him pieces of chicken from the soup. After the bowl is empty, the dog leaves and I wake
up.