I had a dream that Renee had stopped by my house to collect some stuff because she was feeling upset and "need[ed] to get out of Madison for a few days". I asked her what was wrong and where she was going but she didn't want to tell me. One of the things she was picking up was a can of refrigerator biscuts. And in the process of handing it to her I accidentally opened the can and a long line of biscuits (still mostly stuck together) spewed out. "Oh it's not so bad we can put them in a zip-loc bag or something" I said while scrambling to pick them up. Renee was not impressed.