You dream you are in a cooking competition and are fairly certain you are winning. The secret ingredient in my iron-chef-esque battle? Salt and pepper (original, I know). I woke up just as I was preparing to wow Bobby Flay and the judges. Something to do with a gastrique sauce situation. It was terribly sad to wake up before I knew the outcome.
I think I'll go back to bed and dream of my latte from Sally Loo's in San Luis Obispo. See you in a few.