Last night I had a dream about visiting a strange city that was protected by a field of magical poppies. But they died. So the city was flooded by green goo, and if you touched the goo, you were cursed for the rest of your life. So we had to find a girl who had seeds for the magical poppies (the seeds looked like cinnamon sticks), and then Barack Obama used his magic powers to make the poppies start to grow so the evil green goo would go away.

It was weird.