Wheat kings have all their treasures buried

So speaking of dreams, this morning I woke up to find I'd taken a chomp out of my lip some time during the night.

I had been dreaming about mashed potatoes.

For the second night in a row.

All I can say is there had better be some mashed potatoes or something at this Easter because if I wake up missing a limb I am going to be VERY CROSS.