I had this wonderful dream of sitting by a great campfire, roasting marshmellows. Eating one after the other, the more I ate, the more desirable the marshmellows became. The delay, because of the roasting time, fueled my anxiety. In a maddening desperation, I abandoned the roasting fork & feverishly pushed handfuls of marshmellows, in my mouth. My appetite was insatiable. I awoke in bed... viciously chomping on my pillow. JB (Bob)