Dreamed about a world of baked beans last night. For some reason I was going hungry, and people kept telling me everything would be alright if I could just find myself a way to the world of baked beans. Eventually I stumbled through a door that led me there and everything, every surface, was absolutely covered with baked beans. The sweet, tangy odor of baked beans permeated everything and made me nauseous. I thought to myself, I’ll go back to paying for more expensive food if I can just get out of this world of baked beans . . . .