Cider. Commercially available cider.
Plain old Angry Orchard cider.
No the DRINK isn't cursed, but I chose the flair because *I finally got to eat/drink in my dream!*
First time I remember tasting anything in a dream, in either sense of the word.
The dream plot was the frustration this time: Ididn'tget to enjoy it. I opened the bottle at a picnic, found myself driving and hid it in the cupholder under a tshirt. When it started to spill I parked to drink it then got back in my golf cart (I don't golf) and greeted the people in the back seat of my small boat which was like a carnival ride and floated low so you were sitting in water up to your butt and I had to hold my drink to keep it from floating away. And as I woke up it had gotten filled with sea water.