Paging Dr. Freud....please come to the customer service desk, Theresa has some issues, thank you. The dream: Victorian times and my mother has planned a dinner party. The table is set with the finest of Silver and China and we are all dressed to the nines. On one of the walls hangs a painting, it's bizarre and colored with every shade of brown possible, if you look carefully you see a face in the lavish texture of the browns. It's a chocolate god. And my mother has decided that since I have powers of a psychic nature, that I will bring the spirit of the chocolate god to our dinner party as um...entertainment? Yikes, the stress of performing such a feat in public freaks me out, I mean we're all wearing white, what if I screw up and the chocolate god blows up on entry into our lil soiree!!! I decide I can't perform the occultish act and eat all the chocolate at the table, I awake with a tummy ache. ahem. :oP~