Return of the Weird-Ass Dreams

Actually, they never left.

This time I dreamed that there was a villain who decided that, as he was shunned by all the townsfolk in Victorian somewhere, he would make a bunch of free food that, after you ate it, made you fly into the air, set on fire, and suddenly all the gross bugs that were inside the food would fly out of your mouth.

This dream was in cartoon, m'kay.

My mother, sister, and I were the only ones who knew about this evil plot, but nobody would believe us--so we went to find my old childhood friend Tom Sawyer, and he was getting married.  I was sort of upset by this, because I had always loved him, but we hadn't seen each other in a while... so... mleh.  The wedding was full of free evil food, and so it exploded.  I was wearing rollerblades, and suddenly I was falling off the roof we were watching the wedding from, and Tom caught me and said we def. needed to get to the bottom of this and stop it.

While we were walking back my family's house to plan, Tom and I were holding hands, and he was being all sad sweet and touching my cheek with the back of his hand, and I was thinking "...but he's married now!  How can he be doing this!"  all the while being unwilling to tell him to stop because I loved him, so we were having a little secret time together which kept being interrupted because of the explosions everywhere and people flying into the air.

At some point, the cops came banging on the door of my house and accused Tom of being the villain, but we disproved it, and then we went to the villain's stronghold where he was shipping out all this food.  Tom went about pretending to be in charge of shipping, and because all the thugs shipping it were dumb as hell they believed him, and so pretty much all of it got destroyed--then we confronted the villain and tricked him into eating some of the food, and then he exploded.

When he came back down, he agreed that it was really nasty, so he stopped doing it.

Then I woke up.