Monson Waffle Crisp

In the first part of my dream, I was in the pantry of the dollhouse (where I live), and I overheard some people talking about an old woman in someone's family who had some illness like cancer that required lots of care. The woman had someone who usually made her her waffle crisp in the morning, which seemed to be very important in her overall health and care, but there was no one to do it but me. President Monson was around the house, talking very sincerely about the waffle crisp. "Those bowls have been a bright star of hope to her endless voyage."

But for some reason I didn't want Monson seeing me with the waffle crisp, which I really just wanted to eat myself.

Next, I dreamed that I woke up in my room with various girls on top of me to keep me warm. First was Emily, who seemed like deadweight. I was using her as a blanket, and it was hard getting her to cover me; she whouldn't help me move her around. But I tried real hard. Then there was Amy, my cousin, who has really long hair, which was nice and warm. While this was going on, I was aware of various men just outside the room: dads, church guys, acquaintences, etc. One guy, who I think dated Emily previously, was hovering right over the bed when I was using her as my blanket. I wanted them all to go away, because I didn't want them to think I was weird for having these girls on my bed.