Let's just say that sometimes I have odd dreams, shall we?
And, for the record, that involves painting WITH the cheese, not ON the cheese. And it's "prophetic" because they use the pattern made by the melted cheese to help predict the future. Kind of like reading tea leaves, but with cheese and canvas.
(I won't tell you about how the rest of the dream involved the young Icelandic princess who was betrothed to the current King of Hungary and how we were attending the wedding because obviously Brent is the princess's closest kin. Fortunately for all y'all I don't normally use the words "betrothed" and "kin" and thankfully not normally in the same sentence, although there was that nurse who thought we were adopting a boy and a girl in hopes of marrying them to each other someday, but that's a different story.)
Usually I dream about Haiti and the kids. Dreams that involve doors and paperwork and mazes and freeways and travel and panic and disorder and "where are my kids??". So, I guess it's nice for the occasional Icelandic cheese dream to mix it up a bit.
Seems like I should give you a picture of the kids for putting up with reading all that.