Last night I had a nightmare about donuts. In the dream I was very hungry and I was eating donuts, lots of donuts. Every donut I ate, I got hungrier. I poured down glass after glass of milk, tearing apart glazed donuts and swallowing huge chunks of them, barely chewing. Then sort of half asleep, half awake, I realized it was just a dream. It was like when I quit smoking and then dreamed I had started smoking again. I felt the same emotions–horror, disgust, self-loathing.