Last night, a big part of my dream was me drinking milk. Now, I've never really been one to drink straight milk, so I can only assume this is a crazy part of detoxing from dairy. In the dream, I kept on opening up and consuming more and more of those little school-lunch milk cartons. I remember that they were 2% and that nothing had ever tasted so good to me. (Oh, and I was at the zoo with my friend Zachary Ty Bryan--note: he's not my friend in real life.)
Then at the end of the dream, I suddently remembered that I was vegan, and sunk to the ground, crying. It was very dramatic. And funny in retrospect.