A land of ice cream and death

Last night I dreamt of a world made entirely of ice cream. 

Nice.  Right?  Not like those struggle-to-the-death dreams that I so frequently have. 

Except, of course, the ice cream was melting.  The world was caving in on itself.  People were dying.  I had to struggle to stay alive amidst torrents of runny, chocolate goo and collapsing vanilla mountains.

Only I could spend my night battling the apocalypse in a dream about ice cream.