Much in the same way that recovering smokers, alcoholics, and addicts have “relapse dreams,” last night I had cleanse relapse dreams.

In the first one, I was at a restaurant on my lunch break from work. I ordered a salad, and then a seafood pasta. The pasta arrived and I realized what I’d done, but it looked so good, so I carefully chewed up a couple pieces of fish, then spit them back out onto the plate. Classy.

In the second dream, it was morning, and I was having what I have eaten for breakfast for the last 20 years: oatmeal. There was a little cream on top, and I was loving it. Then! Suddenly! I realized what was going on. This oatmeal wasn’t cleanse-approved! I hadn’t even thought about it! Oh horrors!

While consciously I’ve managed to keep my sense of humor about the cleanse, me thinks my subconscious is taking it a little too seriously.