Is there any correlation between type of cheese and type of dream?
edam it does.
FTFYsweet dreams are made on cheese, who am i to disabrie?
Very good!Yes. If you eat a soft, creamy, surface-riped cow's milk cheese, you will dream about trying to coax bears out of caves.
Camembert
If you eat a semi-hard, unripened, brined cheese made from a mixture of goat's and sheep's milk, which has a high melting point and so can easily be fried or grilled - you often dream about being a narcisist who admires themselves in a mirror.
Halloumi
If you eat an Italian soft cheese, you might dream about trying to disguise a small horse.
Mascarpone
If you eat a hard, crumbly, Welsh white cheese, you often dream about how to defuse a bomb
Caerphilly
If you eat a classic medium cheese from the South West, you might dream about being a pirate
Cheddar(rrrrr)
If you eat cheese on top of tortillas, you might dream about eating cheese that doesn't belong to you
Nacho cheese
Yes. If you eat a soft, creamy, surface-riped cow's milk cheese, you will dream about trying to coax bears out of caves.
Camembert
If you eat a semi-hard, unripened, brined cheese made from a mixture of goat's and sheep's milk, which has a high melting point and so can easily be fried or grilled - you often dream about being a narcisist who admires themselves in a mirror.
Halloumi
If you eat an Italian soft cheese, you might dream about trying to disguise a small horse.
Mascarpone
If you eat a hard, crumbly, Welsh white cheese, you often dream about how to defuse a bomb
Caerphilly
If you eat a classic medium cheese from the South West, you might dream about being a pirate
Cheddar(rrrrr)
If you eat cheese on top of tortillas, you might dream about eating cheese that doesn't belong to you
Nacho cheese
I'm rather fearful of eating cheese post 6pm. Not only does it give me dreadful indigestion, but it also results in highly erotic dreams, usually involving either Gwen Steffani or that sort from the hotel inspector.
Alex Polizzi?
That was enough to send me to the fridge for a wedge of Roquefort, backed up with some crumbly feta.
Please God Alex is strong enough in my dreams to ease Ms. Stefani off me before I go off like a 4th of July Roman Candle, then lazily ride me all the way to a crashing crescendo, like Tchaikovsky’s 1812 overture.
On a similar dream thread, my grandma, circa late 1940s-early 1950s, would tell us grandkids that sitting with our backs to the fireplace would either make us dream of tigers, or wake up looking like monkeys.
Ha!FTFY.