Guys, I had a terrible dream today.

Let me share some of it.
I'm staying at a hotel, waking up in a single bed room. I turn around in the bed, reach down on the side with my hand and into a big bucket full of...
soft chocolate muffin dough with big chocolate chips. There is a BUCKET full of it right next to my bed.
I pull out a good handful of it as I'm still lying in bed and dig in.
Then I get up and go to the bathroom. I sit down on the toilet, and as I look up to some rack on the wall, I see a small baking plate standing there. I take it and there is a fresh, delicious cake with fruits and frosting on top, with cream on top as well. Just sitting on the toilet, I eat the whole thing.
Then I get dressed and go down to the hall and to the reception. There is a relatively old and stout, cranky and kind of creepy, yet calm and controlled man behind it. But that's just to set the mood apparently, because I don't stop and continue right on to the bathroom. Again.
I don't even know why, but I use the toilet again. Again I look up to a rack, and again I see a small plate with something on it. I take it down as I'm sitting on the toilet (btw this isn't that weird to me, I love doing all kind of things while on the toilet, it's so calm and quiet sitting there by yourself undisturbed). There is something on it that I can't even describe very well. It's cake with ice cream with whipped cream with nougat cream with ice cream with whipped cream with whipped cream with whipped cream with whipped cream with whipped cream...
I eat it for a while and it's
unbelievably good, until after idk how long the receptionist shouts from outside the bathroom asking me what's taking so long. (lol)
I get back out again and apologize to him by saying
"I'm sorry, it's because of the ice cream".
Then I woke up. I didn't want the dream to end. Because I have nothing at home that is even remotely as fantastic as the food I ate in that ****ing dream.
FML, AND **** THIS DREAM
Edit:
I should have made this a blog post I guess.