+ rep good ck2 player but he did do an exploit to get the divine blood achievement so - rep i guess

You must come, O dread Impaler, confound them to your care.
Split them in two partitions, here the fools, the rascals there;
Shove them into two enclosures from the broad daylight enisle 'em,
Then set fire to the prison and the lunatic asylum.

I bolted upright from the dream, drenched in sweat. God, it was bad. It was the same one again; the one where the howling men actually find me, and don't say a word as they bring me into the trees, their claws looking even sharper in the moonlight...


No. No. I was awake now. I was safe. I was in my own bed, next to my loving wife, with my whole life ahead of me. And perhaps, most importantly, I was hungry.
I stood, stretched, and strolled into the bathroom, where I wondered if anybody was imagining what I was doing. Feeling about ten pounds lighter, I meandered to the kitchen, my head full of ideas that thankfully banished the howling men from my dreams back to oblivion:
Should I have eggs? I thought, my action-hero pecs glistening in the early morning sun. With toast and bacon? No, too much time to prepare. Oatmeal? I chuckled to myself, wondering if that king among men Bruce Lee even knew what oatmeal was. It was probably better not to risk it.

For minutes and more, I stood in silent, increasingly frantic contemplation. Pop tarts, toaster strudels, leftover pizza, and granola bars were all thrown to the sidelines; yogurt, grilled cheese, and raw cookie dough were all considered, but ultimately rejected. My brow began to furrow, and my pulse was throbbing; I couldn't stand here forever! I needed nutrients! Preferably 9 essential ones!
And just like that, it clicked. Such a simple solution to my worries. I nearly fell to my knees and thanked whatever god is popular these days; I nearly had to wipe away a tear of anticipation.

Cereal. That was it. Those sweet six letters contained so much more than just sounds...they had promise. They had honey roasted oats, almonds, fruit and nuts, wheat and flax and sugar.... they had everything I could dream of, and more. Cereal.

Oh yes, oh yes. No howling men anymore; all the noise in this kitchen would be moans of pleasure.
Shrugging off the shackles of convention, I selected a spoon from a nearby drawer, which had eagerly opened upon my invitation to do so.