“Just as I was about to crown myself the King of Cotton Candy Clouds, a caramel alarm clock rang out across the factory floor.”

Hi, my name is Nick F. I had a whimsical dream about living in a candy factory. Everything felt obscure and delicate. Let me tell you the full story… Last night, I dreamed I wandered into a candy factory where the walls were made of marshmallows and rivers flowed with fizzy soda. Gummy bears in tiny chef hats danced around mixing vats of chocolate with peppermint swirls. I rode a licorice conveyor belt that led to a room filled with singing jelly beans, each one harmonizing