I ate all your bees
I had a dream that someone had rather nicely brought a batch of home-made muffins into work and left them in the kitchen for people to help themselves to. Not so nicely, they had baked bees into them. They said that this was a common thing where they came from, and that the bees tasted just like raisins. I opted to pick them out but found one in my mouth accidentally, and verified that it and raisins were equally revolting.