I had the craziest Dream last night! I was on Mars, that I was sure of, but I couldn’t quite figure out what I was doing. I seemed to be speeding across the surface of the planet at insane speeds. I was drag racing! But there was some small element I was missing, something on the tip of my tongue . . . tip of my tongue . . . tasting . . . food? Eating? Moon Cheese? All of a sudden, some General dressed in military gear appeared, named Amnigalaxy or something, and demanded that he was a gourmet. Of course! As the dream faded away, I was left wondering whether anyone else has had such strange dreams.

I feel tired from all that Gourmet Drag Racing On Mars. . . .