I don’t often remember my dreams, but last night was particularly bad.
The setting was a Stardust-like universe. Was in the company of some witches. Anyway, they were friendly, and I had shared bread and butter & jam with them earlier, but then as a result of some mishap someone bought the farm. The witches were quite pleased, and went about taking the body to boil it down into the self-same spread that I had thought was butter. I mildly protested, at which point the one looked at me, genuinely puzzled, and said, “But why else did you think we called it Squelches?” as she squished yet another part of the body down in the cooking pot. I had thought they were talking about the jam.
Yes, even in my dreams I make awful puns. Not even good puns, just awful ones.