I dreamed I was hanging out with Micky Dolenz. And what does my unconscious brain think I should do while hanging out with Micky Dolenz? Well, we were trying to train my dog to correctly identify which Monkee is singing lead when listening to a Monkees song.
And also, we were eating “sugar salad,” something my sister and I made up one time when we were left home alone as kids. It was a bowl of every different kind of sugar — white, brown, and powdered — we could find in the house, eaten with a spoon. Again, this happened only once.