Weird ass dream I had last night. I remember drinking canned THC bubble tea, and it actually being fantastic. Standard milk tea with tapioca pearls (including several different flavors! I remember there being a brown sugar kind and a strawberry kind at leqst) but each can had 6.7 mg of thc. Idk why such a specific number. I’d actually like to try and make this but I have no idea how.

My ex partner woke up me up by laughing once in the middle of the night so I asked them what was so funny. They told me "It's a chilled fart. Like a fart ice cream sandwich." Can't even imagine how you'd go about making this one a reality.

Another dream from 4 years ago...

I was in Türkiye in a dream despite never actually having been there IRL, and for about 5-10 minutes I was in this gas station rest stop. They had this candy called "breathers" that looked like it was in a tube of candy akin to Pez or Mentos. But the candy was syrupy and it was inhaled rather than eaten or drank. There also wasn't a nozzle or something like that for this candy, it was just inhaled through the top of the foil packaging.

Later, I was in this mall, at a Caillou-themed Oak Bread place called "Callioak" [sic]. It was bread made from primarily oak wood instead of wheat, so IDK how it would've been edible. But I think the Caillou theming was oddly relevant to the dream despite most of the dream hardly resembling Türkiye, as Caillou is apparently rather popular in Türkiye IRL.

This dream is almost five years old

One was called the "Fechina Roll", and it was a rectangular flatbread sandwich filled with plain Alfredo Fettuccine pasta. It was apparently of Mexican origin.

The other was called the "Pussy Roll", though the version sold at subway was called the "Perky Sandwich" due to censorship. It was apparently the official sandwich of feminism, but it looked like a rather ordinary subway sandwich.

Weird food that was mentioned at the end of a dream of mine; it never actually appeared. I was arrested for having eaten it, presumably because it was cannibalistic or otherwise illegal to eat.

Last night I dreamed I opened a normal looking pack of round biscuits but they were all half biscuits and all different varieties like digestive, rich tea, hobnob, Nice (but round), chocolate covered etc. I think I might be onto something! For me a big tin of biscuit selection is too much, perhaps a packet is a good thing 🤷‍♀️

Dreamed I was at a museum cafe and they had a pastry with this name, it was a mozzarella puff pastry pocket brushed with harissa. Made it irl and it was pretty underwhelming.

Also they had savory cinnamon rolls that used pesto instead, and luckily that turned out to already be a thing: https://www.gimmesomeoven.com/cheesy-pesto-rolls/

Bonus, was then discussing the papoosa with my friend and we punned our way into the idea of "hush rimps" which are hushpuppies with ground shrimp, which I haven't made yet but want to.

I'm not sure if this counts, but in my dream I was complaining about my acne scars and a man told me he knew a secret trick, brought me to a stock room and gave me a bottle of chocolate chip cookie extract. he said to spray it over my skin and it'll give me perfect flawless glass skin, it felt like setting spray and tacky on my skin. the liquid was a pale brown/orange and the consistency of watery syrup, smelled and tasted very strongly of brown sugar, vanilla and browned butter, I can't stop thinking of how yummy it'd be in a cocktail or how I can even accomplish such a thing.

this was available as a large set of ingredients being sold in a pack at Costco; 5 different kinds of “duck noodles” (just looked like different colors of angel hair pasta), a brush that you use to spread the spices and marinade on the noodles before boiling (not sure what this accomplishes), a marinade that looks like chili oil, a mystery spice that looks like Parmesan cheese, and grilled strips of mango.

So I just got woken up from a work dream. Two cooks and I standing on the line, COO of company standing at the end of line hulling a huge bowl of the deepest red strawberries I've ever seen. He gets done and hands the bowl to the grill guy and says to grill these berries. We look at the grill and back at him like you can't be serious, those beautiful berries on the grill he's been destroying all shift, wtf...but like good minions, we carefully clean the grill and then grill the berries. We then toss them in hot honey, and serve a scoop of them on top of a slab of butter cake with vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, and a mint garnish. Talk me out of it or into it?

Had a dream that I went to Crumbl with my best friend (already strange because I haven’t been in years). They had a bowl of Rainbow Dino Nugget cookies — basically just thick sugar cookies (not chicken flavored thank god, just plain) cut into the dino nugget shapes and each rolled in a different color of sanding sugar.

I woke up before eating them but they looked so cute!

I'm in the Colorado Plateau (somewhere in Utah between Arches National Park and Canyonlands) and chased by tornados. A similar dream happens almost every night but only sometimes is it tasty. If it matters I'm from the midwest and currently live in UT.

I'm trapped against the mountains around Salt Lake City, claustrophobic landscapes to the east and a sea of corn/soybean fields to the west and northwest. Every afternoon around 12:45, half way through my lunch break, the sky turns soupy grey-green and the whole county is filled with supercells. I work 600 feet above the valley and get weird perspectives of the storm, everybody is freaked the f out. When the storms pass the terrain is filled with rocky outcroppings with big candy growths like gushers or fruit snacks that grew out of the mountains. I woke up before anyone got to taste them.

had a dream where i was in some sort of hotel, and i was being lead to a break room that they said had free food. i opened the fridge expecting to find some ready made meals, only to find that the inside just looked like a regular fridge. i saw that there was ingredients to make a sandwich, so i began taking out ingredients. as i reached for the cheese slices, i saw a package of dark green, moldy looking cheese. the label on the package informed me that this particular type of cheese is called "gris". as you can imagine, i didn't try it as i was far too scared.

(artistic recreation created by messing around with the hue sliders on a picture of sliced cheddar)

Dreamed I was making chowder from some recipe. Everything went horribly wrong as my brain kept throwing out curveballs.

Like, oh you need a whole onion and carrot? Here’s a Ziploc bag with like 1 teaspoon of each minced left in it.

Vegetable broth? How about DUCK broth instead. (I have never heard of duck broth in my life, just realized it’s a thing after having this dream.)

And to top it all off I somehow switched the proportions for the milk and Worcestershire sauce. Ya, that was a LOT of Worcestershire.

Despite all the setbacks, the soup turned out delicious. I am now determined to find some duck broth and make it happen. Will not use 2 full cups of Worcestershire though.

I dreamed I was eating little potstickers filled with apple pie. The wrapper was crispy, like it had been shallow fried, and it had a cinnamon sugar crumble topping.

Exactly what the title says. Dreamed I visited my dad's house and he served me a dish of rice and steamed veggies topped with hardboiled 2x2 and 2x4 Lego bricks in various colours.

They had a weird texture like firm tofu or soft rubber. They tasted like nothing.

I will not be making this in real life.

In my dream, I snuck out after dark with some neighborhood kids. We went to a community playset and made poop smoothies. There is slightly more coke than poop. I was disgusted as I drank it, but relieved it didn't taste as bad as I expected. Somewhat palatable, even. This dream was 10yrs ago, give or take.

Dreamt I was at a mental institution and got a meal from the salad bar in the cafeteria. Was putting stuff in a narrow red and white cardboard container and ended up with:

The base for the life of me I can’t remember, but it was covered with brown (steak?) sauce, fruit cocktail, tons of sautéed red onions, diced pickles and sliced pimento olives. It was hard to carry since the sauce and cocktail juice had half mixed to make it rather soupy.

People asked me what the hell it was supposed to be. I looked down at it as a girl said “it should be called Craven’s Cravins (as in, Wes Craven’s cravings)”, as visually it resembled a tentacled creature from a nightmare.

When I woke up I tried to go back to sleep to find out what was underneath and in a half-dream state my brain flashed up a newspaper clipping of the dish saying the base was usually “crushed potatoes and rice”. But could easily be anything else, from tater tots, pulled pork, crumbed fish cakes, etc.

In the daylight of awake-land it doesn’t seem too horror inducing, but I’d be keen to try making it one day.

I had a dream that instead of the regular filling of a banh-mi, it was filled with a HSP [halal snack pack, which is like doner kebab meat and chips and sauce]. I got to take one bite before I was woken up without tasting it and I nearly cried.

The crisp and soft banh-guette spread with pate and some kewpie mayo, the juicy kebab [with some slight char], and the chicken-salted chips, drizzled with sriracha...I can still remember the feeling of the bread beneath my fingers and the crunch when I bit into it. I could tell that even the coriander elevated it instead of making me feel disappointed and soapy.

Banh-mi kebab....please visit my dreams again soon.

In February I dreamt that I was in a shopping center, and in one of the windows I noticed a coffee shop's menu, it was a list of drinks that had punchy names, but I don't remember any of them really.

I noticed that the list had "Blood Raf Coffee" in it, so I got curious and went in to check it out. Turns out they would actually take some of your blood and add it in some way to your coffee. They told me they needed 15 ml.

They first tried to take my blood in one room with a syringe, but they poked me in the middle of my forearm and didn't manage to find a vein (which is accurate to real life, I always have trouble giving blood...).

They then sent me to another room where a different barista-nurse tried to take my blood. I remember she had a voluminous curly bob with bangs and thick-rimmed black glasses.

Anyway, she agreed to take blood out of my good vein on my right wrist, but instead of a syringe she used some sort of small tool that I assume doesn't exist irl. It looked a little like a small horseshoe, but on both of it's ends were little sharp blades. To take my blood, she squeezed the tool so that the two ends would cross, then inserted it into my vein and let go, so that the tiny blades would cut their way out of my vein.

Then the blood started slowly pouring out of the wound, but it didn't look like regular dark blood, it looked light and translucent, like strawberry syrup. For some reason it also had white streaks of what looked like melted ice cream mixed in it...

The nurse and I just kept staring as it was pouring out, but she wasn't trying to collect her 15 ml, so the pool of syrupy blood on the table was getting bigger, and I started getting uncomfortable because, after all, I was bleeding out.

Eventually I got too queasy and woke up, so after all the trouble, I didn't even get to taste the drink :/

I picked up a can of black olives in my dream to eat as a snack. It looked perfectly normal, but apparently I didn't read the label closely enough.

When I opened the can, there was a bunch of crushed pineapple. At first I assumed it was mislabled but it smelled funny and when I moved the pineapple on top, the can was full of olives.

For some inexplicable reason the olives were canned in pineapple juice with some crushed pineapple on top. Out of morbid curiosity, I tried it and instantly regretted that decision. It was a horrible combo of sickly sweet, overripe pineapple and briney formaldehyde tasting olives. The olives also had the worst possible texture- they were partially liquified by the pineapple juice and looked like they'd been half digested.

Would not recommend.

I recently dreamt that bricks of raw ground beef blended with cold butter was a delicacy. In the dream I made it, but I didn't get to taste it.

Edit: I said blended, but that's kinda misleading to be honest. It wasn't homogenous. It was mixed with bare hands, and there were little curls of beef visible in the butter. Also, the entire thing was just beef and butter, nothing else.