I had the weirdest dream last night. A couple people and I found a closet outside of a factory like at Freeport Center. The closet was about 9 sq. feet and pretty tall. It was filled with sweets. One of the people with us climbed to the top where there were big marshmallows, cookies, and other stuff. She was going to grab something for us until we saw I the distance some sort of Nazi police. One of them shot her and me and someone else ran inside the factory to get away and that was about it. Guess my mind is telling me to stop craving sweets. All I've had is some sherbet and some nasty Easter-ly decorated angel food cake. In the dream the marshmallows looked really good, but thinking about it I don't think I'd eat any in real life. It just sounds gross, unless they were in homemade rice crispy treats. I don't know why I crave sweets, especially if most of them aren't appetizing when I think about it.