Last night I dreamed I was trying to negotiate Atlanta traffic in a car made out of a cardboard box to go get a jar of jelly that tastes like pecan pie from Jen.  Yes, you read that right.  (I know where jelly part comes in.  Jen called yesterday on her way to Gatlinburg to tell me she’d gotten me the jelly.  Is she a good friend or what? )  But I don’t know where the cardboard box comes in, and it’s pretty disturbing to me that I’d drive to Atlanta to get a jar of jelly, when she could just mail it to me.  Is my subconscious trying to tell me something?  I’ve stopped buying the Reese’s Crunch Bars, dammit.  What else am I supposed to give up?

What about you?  What’s the strangest dream you’ve ever had?