Taffy's Sweet Dreams

I really need to start writing down my dreams when I wake up. In fact, I'm writing it right before I go to bed hours later. Most of it is gone by now, but here's what I remember:

I was in the kitchen and my brother was at the table. He was eating a taco, which is wierd because he doesn't eat meat. I said "Mike, I thought you didn't eat meat."

He responded by saying that the lettuce makes it taste better. He doesn't like vegetables, either. (My brother is pretty weird). I kind of gave it a rest and moved on into the living room.

There were other dreams, I just can't remember them now.