In real life, my friend Barry, whom I’ve known for over 30 years, likes to go his own way and pursue his own idiosyncratic interests, and sometimes, in some situations, he gets bored with the scene at hand — like, say, a party — and looks for something more stimulating to do (manners be damned).
So I had this dream that I was with him and his family — his wife and two grown kids — along with perhaps a few other friends at some outdoor fair with booths and displays and food and stuff. Barry, not captivated by any of these offerings, somehow accidentally discovered that placing a slice of pizza into a bonfire would create a momentary burst of colors in the air that resembled the rainbow-like colors of an oily water puddle. He got a kick out of this.
So after feeding a couple of his own slices into the fire, Barry began walking around the food tables, politely but enthusiastically asking people who were having pizza if they could spare a slice for the bonfire, especially if they had big pizzas and it looked like they might leave a slice over anyway.
(Sorry, that’s all I remember.)