It occurs to me that the reason I might be heavy-set is because I dream about food at night.

Actually, that's not entirely true. I haven't ever dreamed about food before, but I did last night. And it was kinda weird.

In my dream, Utah had become a bizarre police state. Armored vehicles prowled the roads looking for normal people to beat up or arrest or something. My subconscious wasn't clear on that, exactly.

I was at home, getting ready to cook dinner, when I realized I was out of ingredients.I was making what Dream Austin called 'Premium Macaroni and Cheese', which I don't think I've ever had, based on my dream-time recipe (which I'll list below).

So I hopped into my car, Road Warrior style, and started taking back streets to try and get to the grocery store. I narrowly avoided a police convoy on 39th and snuck behind the grocery store. Unfortunately, there was an armed guard in a tower protecting the back, but I was able to sneak behind him and break his neck (?!?!) before he could radio for help.

I entered the grocery store armed with my list of things that I needed in order to make the mythical 'Premium Macaroni and Cheese'. The list is as follows:

- Noodles
- Cheddar cheese
- Gruyere cheese
- Bleu cheese
- Smoked pepper bacon
- Bread crumbs

My plan was apparently to make mac the regular way, but then use the fancy cheeses, and put some pan-fried bacon crumbled up into the mix. I'd then top it with bread crumbs, and bake the whole thing for a few minutes to get it a little crispy. I have no idea how that would actually taste, but in my dream, this was a very important recipe.

Anyway, plan didn't go so well -- turns out your local grocery store doesn't just stock gruyere off-hand (who would have thought?!) and I got stuck at the bakery while trying to purchase a large frosted cookie with an offensive saying written on it. I don't remember if I was captured or not.

I guess what I'm getting at is, that was weird.

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