Last night I dreamed about potatoes all night, baking potatoes to be exact; everyone had to have one in their hand or they'd die or something. There were some that weren't quite right, looked like huge kiwis kind of, with fuzzy skin and others were cooked/split open with fluffy insides coming out and steam rising like ready to eat. But there was a horrible bomb dropped or other disaster and a building falling on people and then everyone "left" was holding a potato and people were looking at each other to see if they had a potato or not in their hands and worrying about it and people kind of "disappeared" if they didn't. Very bizarre and everytime I'd "wake" to roll over, etc. I'd be thinking about potatoes.