I was dreaming the other morning and experienced the oddest sensation when the alarm went off.As I awoke with one arm reaching for the snooze button, I was seeing the last remnants of the final scene of the dream. I was moving through a field of glorious points of light of all different colors. It was so beautiful! As my left and logical side of the waking brain took over, it re-imaged that scene. Suddenly I saw a bowl Fruity Pebbles with milk. I kid you not. The dreaming brain sees gorgeous colored lights in a way I’ve never seen before. The logical brain doesn’t accept that and “translates” the dream scene to something more familiar. Wow. Fruity Pebbles. I’ve seen them a few times when my children brought them home from the store, but I don’t even like them. Why did my brain see that as an equivalent image? I don’t know, maybe some part of me interpreted those lights as being really sweet!