A few night ago I had a dream. In this dream, I was married ... to a slice of garlic bread. We were enjoying our honeymoon (alas i have no recollection of having consumated our holy union), and i had gone for a walk alone along the beach. It was then i heard shouting. My darling wife had drowned. as i held her sodden body in my hands, the central portion, ie the garlicky bit, became detached from her crust, her beautiful crust, and plopped upon the sand.

I think i need counselling.