Had an extremely internet-influenced dream the other night.
Me and another user from here (you already know who you are!) were somehow transported into the "tanasinn mind chamber," taking the form of a translucent white cube floating over the ocean. The chamber was populated by a group of mathematicians working on discovering dynamic systems meeting certain criteria, and they were directly manipulating abstract objects floating in the chamber through wild gesticulations and incoherent screeching. We could all fly inside the cube. I had a very nice but totally nonsensical conversation with a mathematician who looked like a cross between the happy merchant and John Baez. At some point along the way, the chamber's base transformed and expanded into a translucent, white version of a Bush-era US government office. At this moment I realized that I had a keyboard-like device on me that, if plugged into one of the computers next to its keyboard, would allow that computer to communicate with the "real world," which happened to be the Homestuck universe. This is because the Bush administration had established communications with the Homestuck world as part of 9/11. Upon plugging the device in, the computer displayed medical info on various Homestuck characters. With a few presses of the very chocolate-bar-shaped buttons on the device, John Egbert and Jade Harley were now cured of syphilis.
I woke up shortly after, then went back to sleep for another 10 hours during which I had some less insane dreams that I no longer remember (though at least one of them involved bullying a fat egirl for having saggy tits, which is possibly more insane).
I was eating a slice of sourdough bread alongside creamed honey.
I'd take a bite of the bread slice and then eat a spoonful of honey. However, the honey tasted exactly like freshly baked white bread, just sweeter.
I'd eat some honey, get confused that it tastes more bread-like than the sourdough slice, take a bite of the slice to confirm that it's less bread-y than the honey, then it would repeat over and over again.
At some point, a piece of honeycomb appeared in a separate plate. The honeycomb tasted like honey, but for some reason lacked the waxiness that should have been there.
I would also compare it in confusion to the creamed honey, wondering why the creamed honey tastes like bread.