The only re-occurring dream I had as a child was of a bowl of Cream of Wheat on my pillow. I would turn over and start to eat it and wake up to an empty pillow. It was always so dissapointing. Luckily for me, my mother made either Cream of Wheat or grits almost every morning. I'm 45 and my parents still make grits every day. Man I miss Southern cooking before people realized it was unhealthy. I think i will make some Cream of Wheat for breakfast today.