Today, on If my Dreams were any more On the Nose They would BE A NOSE: I dreamt I had made a big pan of perfect bacon, I had a lot of it and it was perfectly crisp, and I carried it out to the field where all of my friends and family were gathered, for sort of like a picnic, or show. And suddenly everyone wanted bacon, everyone was reaching for it and grabbing some and the next thing I knew, there was no bacon left, all of the bacon I had made was gone, one moment the plate felt full and the next it was empty. Meanwhile I stress about bringing home the bacon, there being enough of it to go around, and the stress makes me hungry for bacon. I check our checking account. It’s bacon.