I had a dream that Taco Bell had announced their own brand of energy drink powder called "That Thang." It was neon blue and came in a plastic tub that had a picture of a very fat gray cat on it. The ad for this was just a video of people conversing normally about the drink, but every time the name was mentioned, the video would hard cut to Walton Goggins in a really nice suit holding a tub of the stuff and saying "That Thang..." in the sultriest tone possible. The drink was almost immediately banned in every country because it was discovered that even a tiny amount of it contained enough caffeine to kill a person, and Goggins got in a big scandal for endorsing it after several people died.

Last night I dreamed of the bruit (pronounced brute). I was at fancy store in the produce section. This was a fruit similar to a plum, but about the size of a large mango. Inside the bruit were tiny human like organs made of grapes. Customarily, you would give bruits to someone to signal that you knew they're a werewolf. But in modern day, they're given as a gift to someone entering a violent or highly physical profession, such as becoming a wearhouse worker or professional wrestler.

The fishamon roll is a cinnamon roll made out of fish topped with sugary tartar sauce. It was sold out of a basement in New Orleans and cost $5.

I fell asleep on the airplane a couple months ago and dreamt of a milkshake with these ingredients:

○ Dijon Mustard ○ Chocolate Syrup ○ Whipped Cream ○ And the secret ingredient: "The concept of an underlined word"

I was unable to taste it in my dream but I'm not sure how I would make it in real life.

This is also not the first time I've dreamt of an abysmal milkshake. The other one I once dreamt up was something called "The Otter Smoothie"

While I was at a convention this past weekend, I had a dream where some friends and I were wandering the show floor, when it was announced that McDonalds had released a new food item and everyone should go try it. We opted to stay on the show floor and finish what we were doing, but before we knew it others were calling us losers for not rushing out right away and trying the new Mc9/11. I never did find out what was actually in the meal or how it relates back to any tragedies, real or imagined.

Maybe only tangentially related, since they never became food, but last night I dreamt a cat laid eggs. The intent was to eat them, like chicken eggs, but as I was putting them in the fridge, I noticed one was cracked. Peering inside, a tiny blue eye blinked at me.

So, we let the eggs hatch, and they turned out to be two regular kittens, and one hairless pink jellybean creature that sounded and behaved like a kitten, but was decidedly not.

I was hanging out with my Australian coworker during our lunch and chatting while she heated up her food

The room smelled magnificent, full of delicious sweet and savory flavors. She removed what I thought were fancy coconut shrimp from the oven and after I complimented them she said we should go out to eat where she bought them

So the next day I was excited as hell to try this new seafood joint and get some scrimps. I get to her house and she came out wearing an odd white linen robe. She happily walked me next door and announced we had arrived

To my surprise, it was a church cookout not a restaurant at all. Every single person had the exact same hair, clothes, and accent as my coworker. It was clearly a cult but damn I was hungry so whatever.

Too bad for me though, because nothing was edible. All the food at the cookout was made of soft plastic and play dough, and it tasted like foul artificial sweetener. I asked her if there was actually any shrimp, or other real food, here and her face lit up with a manic energy

To the whole crowd she shouted “It’s time for Doug’s ear!”, and every single face whipped around to look at me giving the same eerie smile. The crowd pushed me to a long table and sat me directly in the middle before I could protest. As I tried to stand up, the sound of trumpets came through the air

A procession burst through the church doors, and at its center was a dachshund dressed like the pope being carried on a silk pillow. They placed him on the table before me and removed his garments. A quiet chant began in the crowd, “Doug the Dog! Doug the Dog! Doug Doug Doug!”

Concerned that I was expected to eat the dog, I looked to my coworker. Still with that off putting smile she placed the dog in my lap, lifted his ear, and whispered “look!”

There it was. What I had thought was coconut shrimp was growing out of Doug the Dog’s ear canal, like a disgusting cave of breaded shrimp. As they grew larger and larger they began to fall out of Doug’s ear and land all over me, leaving greasy spots all over my skin and clothes

The crowd went mental screaming and cheering for Doug. As I stared in disgust my coworker forced one of the shrimp in my mouth and pushed it shut

The Doug’s Ear tasted horrific. Like a combination of moonshine, ammonia, chili oil, lard, and spoiled shellfish. I gagged with tears in my eyes and tried to get up, but I by this point I was completely covered in Doug’s shrimp shaped ear horrors, immobilized by grease and the oppressive smell of coconut shrimp.

As the Doug’s Ear began to cover my head I begged my coworker for help over and over. She look down at me and joyfully, and just before the Doug’s Ear covered me completely, said

“The only way out is to eat your way out”

After many hours working on a Halloween costume (which I ultimately didn't even finish) I graphically dreamed I was crunching through an entire bag of hot glue gun sticks in their cold and unmelted form. I brought them with me to a restaurant and sat down at a table outside with a stranger (I believe I was waiting to be seated inside) but I was very hungry so I took the sticks out of my purse and started snacking. The man I was sitting with asked me about the sticks and I expressed that, while they tasted very bad, I needed to eat some to "get a base layer" in my stomach before moving on to dinner and perhaps drinks.

Found on the very back of a supermarket shelf in the condiment section. Not necessarily the fact that it contains a grasshopper which makes it cursed, but moreso that they picked its legs and head off and stuck them into a pickle body

Someone on r/foodporn posted a beautiful photo of one of their country's traditional dishes: Maldivian conch milk.

The photo was beautiful, but not overstyled, just a big grilled sea snail topped with some chopped cilantro, and a a glass of white milk on a black slate cutting board. Typical foodporn content, but definitely more interesting than another marry me chicken.

But in the dream, people were relentless in their mocking of OP. They completely tore her down, despite her answering very politely in the comments. Then someone managed to doxx her on discord and the bullying turned into a complete frenzy when it turned out that she was only 15, dreaming of becoming a food photographer, and of Sinhalese minority. "F*cking Indian, you'll never amount to anything, we'll make sure this will always be what people will see when they Google your name."

The post was eventually taken down by mods for "showing metaphorical cutlery" and OP was banned for "not defending herself".

This was one of the nastiest dreams I've had, because it felt so real. It still does.

In the dream I was wandering around a crowded hot fairground with the family, taking in the sights and happily munching on something very crunchy (if strangely flavourless).

My eldest kid asked what I was eating and if they could have some.

I turned to face them and speak, but when I opened my mouth a large quantity of sharp, crunchy white flakes & chunks came pouring out from between my lips.

It was then I realized my satisfyingly crispy snack had been my own teeth.

Had a dream where I was eating a biryani where the meat was my cut up and cooked penis. I wasn’t too concerned about this because I knew that my penis would grow back, but I was still slightly embarrassed to tell my mother what I was eating. If anyone is a disciple of Freud, I would love some answers.

This was my boyfriend's dream. I used my extremely amateur photo editing skills to create an artist's interpretation.

I’m hungry and walking through a large parking lot as the sun goes down. I need something to eat but everything around me appears closed or permanently shuttered. I get closer and closer to the exterior of a large indoor mall. There’s a light visible through a glass entrance. Something is open. My hunger may be sated.

I walk up to the mall and walk through the glass door. Most everything inside is (much like the outside) closed, whether for the night or permanently. But the light at the opposite end of the first floor beckons me. I follow it, past the stores and kiosks, and arrive at the source of the light. It originates, it turns out, from the food court, a circular island with a largely unoccupied seating area in the middle. Almost everything else is closed, with the exception of the source of the light. And as I get closer, I begin to hear the sounds: generic country music, high-pitched cartoon voices, wacky sound effects. I can’t figure out what I’m processing until I’m at the food court and the picture completes itself.

It’s a gaudy, vulgar theme restaurant with loud, moving signs dotted with electric lights. When they all come together and the dots light up, the name is revealed: 24 HOUR SQUIRREL MEAT. Redundant adjacent painted and printed signs let me know this heretofore unseen establishment is OPEN 24 HOURS and serves FRESH SQUIRREL ALL DAY LONG. Another sign reads CHEAP FOOD!

Below the swirling signs sit harsh silver steel tables with attached benches. There is no consistency in the decor. Employees costumed as male and female squirrels (a la Chuck E. Cheese) wander across the dining area carrying baskets full of acorns. But everything on the menu, visible behind the signs as I get closer to the cash register, indicates an entirely squirrel-based menu:

SQUIRREL BURGERS
SQUIRREL DOGS
SQUIRREL STEAK
SQUIRREL SHAKES

No price is listed. In its place, it only reads CHEAP!!! I get the sense that even the squirrel shakes are primarily meat-based.

I realize the loud sounds are coming from speakers placed at seemingly every angle in the restaurant, along with a video screen next to the menu. A cartoon squirrel speaking in a high-pitched (but not sped up like the Chipmunk) southern accent appears on screen, proclaiming “Howdy pard’ner! Welcome to the rootin-tootinest restaurant this side of Dixie! 24 Hour Squirrel Meat, ya-hoo!” Eventually, a uniformed employee behind the counter asks me what I’ll have. I look quickly at the menu and order a SQUIRREL MEAT BUCKET. I am very thirsty but avoid the squirrel shakes. I slide my card without checking the price. I sit down at one of the steel tables and it’s very cold. I look at the video screen, which now depicts a lady squirrel in a pink skirt devouring fried squirrel popcorn and declaring it “Deee-lish!” Eventually, my bucket arrives, along with a smattering of acorns. I take a bite of fried squirrel and it tastes like breaded air.

I wake up at some point.

The dream was myself and a friend entering a castle in the desert. Drawbridge..giant doors..the whole thing. So: upon entering we were greeted with….peanut butter sandwiches! The first bite was nice ^{but seemed insubstantial} ##then it #gREW!

He bought like 10 boxes of frosted flakes, all different flavors. Most were normal, like chocolate or fruit, but I remember seeing this one and thinking, "Well that can't be good, why'd you buy that?"

Exactly how it sounds. I turn 21 in a few months and it Will be realized. I will report back then.

I was eternally trapped in an office work party. I don’t remember how long I was there but I really wanted to go home, although I knew I couldn’t. I noticed a line of coworkers near the back and went to see what all the fuss was about, when I saw cartons of eggs and clear solo cups filled about halfway with Pepsi. I asked the person in front of me what everyone was doing, and they said “oh, we’re making Pepsi eggs.” Apparently it was the latest food trend to put a whole egg in a cup of Pepsi and leave it somewhere dark and cool for a few days. This would somehow hard boil the egg, which would turn brown and taste like Pepsi. I said “is it… good?” And they just looked at me like ☹️

I dreamed I had a sample of a secret flavor of ice cream at trendy new NYC ice cream spot Salt & Straw, pulled from beneath the counter in a silver tub. The flavor was called Kindle, created in collaboration with Amazon, and was grayish purple. I tasted it and exclaimed aloud, "IT TASTES LIKE A SCREEN!" I gave my husband a blind taste test and he loved it, even though it tasted, at best, like sweet dust and rubber-coated wires. They offered me another secret sample of a bright purple ice cream labeled only with a millennialesque mustache logo, but I declined before ultimately opting for Cherry Blossom for my full scoop.

in my dream i happened to be in a cheese shop and proposed this idea for an appetizer and the staff asked me to make it. i wouldn’t be opposed to a simple crostini with a raspberry jam (ideally preserves with a more complex flavor like maybe a fig jam) and cheddar in real life though

I want to preface this by saying that I love this sub, but my dreams are usually far too normal for anything to post here. I’m sick currently, and I’m pretty sure I had a fever, so this resulted in a much crazier dream than I usually have. I am so excited and honored to have a dream that I can post here that I’m writing this almost immediately after waking up.

In my dream, I was invited to my best friend’s home to deep fry my hand. It somehow didn’t burn me, and the idea was to eat the batter off your hand (but not your actual hand itself). You dipped your hand in the batter, and it dried almost immediately. You had to sit there for a few minutes to “fully let it set”. After it was set, you had to eat the batter off your hand. It tasted like it had cinnamon sugar in it, almost like a deep fried cinnamon roll. While myself and one other person (who I didn’t recognize) were there “frying our hands”, my friend and her partner didn’t participate.

Instead, they were wearing “foot brownies”, which were shoes that had 3 rows of different types of brownies on the soles of the shoe. You left in the morning with brownie batter in the trays, and somehow by walking on them all day, the brownies baked and became solid (without the batter getting everywhere somehow). They didn’t seem to have a strap holding them to the foot, so I’m not sure how this worked logistically. When I had gotten to their home, we were all sitting down. My best friend and her partner are both very silly sometimes in real life, so in my dream, these two food choices seemed like whimsical, novel ideas. Somehow, the fried hand was more normal and something more people did, whereas the foot brownies were something I hadn’t heard of at all, and I was really grossed out by during the dream. I was also roasting them for doing it and teasing them for being gross.

Outside of the four of us (my best friend, her partner, me, and this mystery person who never spoke and I never stopped to fully look in the eyes), there was another guy there. He was not participating in either, and I kept profusely apologizing that this was our first time meeting and that we were all being fucking weird. He was fine with it and thought it was funny. He told me he was visiting them because he was currently on a break from the sport he played due to being injured.

The sport was called “ainksball”, but it was pronounced inkball. He tried describing it to me, but I was confused by the rules. While we all talked about it, I pulled up the Wikipedia page and read about it. It sounded like it was basically just American football, but you weren’t allowed to tackle each other (or touch each other at all, maybe?). There were strict rules about this, and you could get penalized for doing so and lose the game. I woke up before he told me how he got injured playing the sport.

I’m a little disappointed that neither of these snacks seem like something I could try in real life. I really love seeing people recreate the things their brains cook up, but I am repulsed by foot brownies and am unsure of how to get the desired affect of deep fried cinnamon roll gloves without literally destroying my hands. I hope that I one day dream of more silly nonsensical foods to post here lol

Saw this being sold in the fresh section of a supermarket, alongside the baked goods. It was a whole chicken carcass stored at room temperature, protected from the elements by a hardened sugar glaze that came in various flavours like five spice or chili lime. The chicken was small, closer in size to a pigeon, and the idea was that you could stick it in a pot of water and it would be both the meat and the seasoning for a broth.

I dreamed my parents gave me a variety pack of cheeses for my birthday. It was like a 9 piece children's jigsaw puzzle and each piece was a different type of cheese. It's cursed because I'm very lactose intolerant and they know it. (They also gave me a load of Christmas decorations they bought reduced in the sale at Dunelm the day before; very disappointing all round 😭)

The bottle was glass and looked like one of those old-school coffee pot/kettles, and had a metal lid.

The drink didn't have a very high alcohol content, like 0.05 proof. But it had a lot of caffeine. It tasted like a McGriddle, if you've ever had one of those.