Last night's dream 10/7/09

Last night I dreamt that I was on a tour of a dairy factory. It was highly educational and I was well-behaved until we came to the whipped cream area. We were walking past this huge vat and I was so enthralled and I don't know what happened. One minute I'm on the platform looking down into the vat as the tour guide is droning on about how it gets whipped to fluffy perfection, then the next minute I'm flinging myself off the platform and landing in the center of all that creaminess! The factory workers all came running and yelling. I had tainted the entire vat! I didn't care! I kept diving to the bottom of the vat and then opening my mouth and paddling my way to the surface like some whale gorging on plankton. I was able to carry out three dives before being apprehended and pulled out of the vat by the dairy workers. They were disgusted with me but one of them, I could tell, was just a little bit jealous! The cream was all over me, and staying pretty fluffy, as I was escorted out of the building. "Who hasn't fantasized about diving into a vat of whipped cream?!?!?!" I demanded. "Come on! Who? Who!?!?" But no one was talking to me. They were muttering and mad. They would have to swab out the entire vat and begin anew. To my delight I was driving my friend's red truck and I pleaded and begged and finally the dairy workers gave in and they dumped the tainted vat into the back of the truck. I drove home with little puffs of whipped cream flying off the truck. I drove directly to my friend's house to return the truck and discuss how to get the whipped cream into an above ground pool that I had purchased at Wal-Mart on the way home. He was thunderstruck at the whipped cream mountain in his truck. "I will hose it down. I promise I will hose it down. You'll never know it was filled with dairy..." I beseeched. He said, "Even if we shovel it into the pool very gently you are going to lose a lot of volume." "I know. I know. But we can fluff it back up with hand-held mixers, can't we?" I asked hopefully. "It's going to spoil..." Then we looked at each other and said at the same time, "CREME FRAICHE!!!" He spun around towards the house. "I'll grab the buttermilk!" he yelled as I grabbed a shovel and began to gingerly lift the whipped cream from the truck bed into the pool. "Party tonight!" I thought.