Dreaming

I was in a prison where the guards looked like Apple store employees. They only provided 2 foods: poop, and peanut butter ice cream that everyone loved. I wanted a different ice cream flavor because I'm allergic to peanuts. I eventually managed to make my own vanilla ice cream, but a guard took it away from me because it was against the rules to have any food other than their poop or peenut butter ice cream. Another guard punished me by putting me in handcuffs forever.

A few minutes later, Richard Stallman approached me. He freed me from the handcuffs and took me out of the prison. I saw many food stores. They all provided their recipies for free, and they told me that I could improve their recipes.