I just had the wierdest fucking dream imaginable. Terrorists were demanding I surrender my baby food. The only space in the entire dream was a long hallway, with a small square room at the end of it, with shelves of baby food inside. A short man ran down the hallway after me, with long muddled hair and a red eye. He also had one of those really fake mettalic claws you can put over your finger. He kept poking my back with it and yelling, "Surrender your baby food!". It hurt because I have a sunburn on my back.