cereal matters

Last night I found myself in a field of cereal. Every type of child marketed cereal was in attendance - lucky charms, cocoa crispies, apple jacks... Cereal heaven was created in the middle of a farm, who knew! I couldn't stop myself from eating it, it was free and abundant and spoon and mouth had become inseparable. Outside of dreams I don't eat these cereals, but maybe my soul is craving them and could only communicate this desire through dreaming?