So the other day I was taking my late morning nap (not to be confused with my late afternoon nap; man, I love the holidays!), and here is the dream I had:
I walked into a kitchen where my dad was standing over the stove, stirring something in a frying pan. I sniffed the air, then wrinkled my nose.
"What's that smell?" I asked.
"I'm cooking," he said.
"WHAT are you cooking?"
It was just about then that I started to wake up, and I lay in bed thinking about this weirdness for a second. Then I breathed into my sheet and it rebounded on me. Ah!
Clearly, my subconsious was sending me a message, and that message is that my sleep-breath smells like fried mayonnaise.