Psychedelic Pollen, Kittens!
Last night, I had, yet another, weirdly vivid dream. I meant to remember the whole thing; however, when I woke up this morning, I promptly forgot all of it, except for one scene:
Mahatma Ghandi stepping into a pink cake and continuing to walk, dragging pink cakey chunks on his sandaled feet, to the banks of the Ganges.
Anyone care to put forward an interpretation of that?