Well, I did have some ice cream (vanilla and orange sherbet) and I did take a nap.
While the ice cream was a success, the nap was not.
I had a nightmare (daymare?) in which I was riding on a huge plane that had big open spaces where passengers could go to roll around on the floor and shout insults at each other). Apparently I was taking a trip to a theme park called "Disaster World", which was dedicated to reenactments of great disasters. I had only gotten as far as "Titanic, the Disaster" and "San Francisco Earthquake, the Disaster" when I woke up to the disaster that the Spousal Equivalent hadn't brought me anything home to eat for lunch and I had to go rummage in the refrigerator for left-overs, which was a REAL disaster.
I wish I could write these dreams I have down in detail. If I could, Stephen King would be quaking in his boots.