Originally Posted by: earthman buckI can trump that. I once had a dream my best friend was a grilled-cheese sandwich named Dr. James Integer Rhubarb-Howell.

This was back in my turkey-farm days, and in this dream I took Dr. James to work and one of the guys ate him. I cried and yelled until I woke up.

Wow. I can't top that. Really. That's great. :D