Dreamt that Yuko-hime and I were dancing Championship Rhythm in a DanceSport competition. There were only three other couples on the floor with us. As we danced through our cha cha and our rumba, the floor slowly began to shrink. Then I noticed what looked like a puddle of gravy. Yuko-hime and I stopped dancing so I could clean it up. It was brown and sticky, almost like melted candy. I certainly didn’t want to get any of it on my shoes. I just hoped we would have enough time to finish our dances when I was done cleaning.