I had a very vivid dream that I was at the arrival of the dwarves to Bag End in The Hobbit. No matter how hard I fought and tried, Bombur wouldn't give me any cheese. I pulled out a long and deadly looking blade, cut his hands off as he was carrying several wheels of cheese. I was sitting on the floor and happily eating cheese when Thorin arrived and beheaded me.
Dream Two:
I found myself in a cheese factory that made all of my favourite cheeses, and I greedily and happily ate it all. Then I had to poo and couldn't because I was so blocked up from the cheese. I drank a gallon of laxative, and couldn't stop going! I took one tiny nibble of some weird hybrid between baby swiss, provolone, extra sharp tilamook cheddar, smoked muenster, and pepper jack. Then it all went to normal again, and I was in a place eating a medium rare, 32 ounce steak that tasted amazing and had hints of those cheeses and some good sauces. I drank a couple of pints of heather ale, and the dream ended.
Dream three:
One word...BACON
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