Oh, dreams

Sometimes I wish Freud knew what he was talking about. I wish that his theories weren't entirely based on shit he pulled straight out of his ass. I wish that dreams really were our unconscious desires. Because that would make the dream I had today really interesting:

I was out on a big field with my family (or not- you know how dreams are), and I don't remember what happened (though, surely, it was riveting) until things started out of the sky. Packaged food. All kinds, just falling everywhere. We started scrambling to get as much as we could, all the while wondering who was sending us this and why. Giant 5-foot long loaves of bread started falling- either french or sourdough. I lost an earring and started searching through all the fallen food (a futile effort, as you can imagine), then woke up and immediately checked to see if I had all of my earrings.