Long, detailed dream in which I worked on a batch of no-knead bread, but got distracted and forgot to let the dough rise.
Then, on preheating the oven and dutch oven, for some reason I rolled the dough out into a baguette shape and cut slices, which I then distributed around on the bare oven rack and on the inverted lid of the dutch oven.
Sometime later, smoke pouring from the oven, I opened the door and saw the carnage. Not all the bread was wrecked, oddly. I remember thinking, ah, some of this will make great breadcrumbs once I scrape the carbon off.