I dreamt some nuclear thing exploded or a meteor hit and was slowly causing a fire to spread across the land. Soon it was going to arrive here and people were leaving. They volunteered me to stay behind and die in the fire. But then I figured I could find my own way out, since the streets only had a few cars meandering around. I started packing up clothes and stuff, and I found some boxes of pastries, so I started eating them, since I may die anyway. I thought it was so good that calories didn't matter anymore. I started eating a chocolate chip danish which turned into an egg roll. Chris asked if I found the large chewy gumballs that were hidden in it. I found a few. Then I ate a chocolate covered marshmallow cake thing, and I realized the formula for burning in a fire was pain = hurt + i.