A few days ago I dreamed that I, and several other people, had superpowers, but to activate them we needed to eat crystallized ginger. I’ve still got some crystallized ginger candy that I bought at Fairway last year, and just ate a piece, but no superpowers. (Hm. It also tastes a lot stronger in real life than it did in the dream.)
I also recently dreamed that Crayola had a crayon color named after the French and Indian War. I remember thinking, as I woke, that the really odd thing was that this crayon was purple instead of green. See, I figured, green could make sense, as a combination of French Ultramarine (the most valuable pigment of Renaissance Europe; a reward was offered for anyone who could come up with a cheap synthetic version) and Indian Yellow (a pigment made illegal because its manufacture required the mistreatment of cows). Later I remembered that there’s also an Indian Red, which Crayola makes in crayon form, though they changed the name to Chestnut almost a decade ago.