You’re having a wild dream—a little on the naughty side—when a swirl of mist appears, and out steps Morpheus, the Goddess of Dreams.

“Well… hello there, sir… or is it ma’am? I couldn’t help but notice your dream. Quite… feisty, isn’t it? Big imagination—or should I say—big pervert? Just a suggestion: maybe lay off the cheese before bed. You know, for everyone’s sake.”