Dreamscape: Donut Graveyard

"Somehow in my quiet contemplation, I drifted to slumber on the sofa. Next thing I knew, I was walking out of a woodland area and passing through this graveyard. Unfortunately, it wasn't just any graveyard. It was littered with sweet and delectable donuts near all the gravestones. Everywhere I looked, there were donuts—white/chocolate frosting, glazed, sprinkles, you name it. It was unreal. But then, one gravestone in particular caught my eye. It had a skull on top of the cross, looking all menacing. I got closer and realized it was the grave of a baker and beside it, his wife. I guess this guy was known for making the best donuts in town or something. Just then, the moon started glowing pinkish. And get this—the donuts started growing in size, like, as big as pool floats! I was hesitant to eat them. They were on the dirt ground, and those skulls on the gravestones looked like they were guarding the donuts.

More like a Dunkin Donuts' dumping ground."