7 out of 7 Hills, if you can see it, literally.

You ask, what the hell is he talking about? Haven't you seen Hook? Remember the scene when the kids are eating handfuls of steathy mounds of what looks to be radioactive sugar plasma? That's IPY. You can only engage this treat through training of the human imaginary faculties. Blanket fort fabrication and capture-the-flag cultivate these hidden senses, but getting to the upper levels of the make-believe make you capable of tasting the apex of childhood delights.

With the family of famous narrative feasts, like the last supper and Robin Hood's celebratory drink-offs and circumcisions (or was that men in tights...), this dinner scene among the renegade anti-adult pirate youngsters hold up the foundation of their clan. Communal grubbing.

I remember watching that movie and besides the puzzling shot of the big smiling fat kid rolling down the plank as a human "cannonball," I too wanted to see how I could feast. After several attempts and questionable methods of summoning the munchies, that would not be the right way. Looking back at the scene, the fatsuit-less Mrs. Doubtfire had to become a kid again, and so did I.

This is what Google considers to be "imaginary food."

After hours of Ducktales, Thundercats, and Alvin and the Chipmunks, I was able to, for lack of a better hype phrase, "Get in the mutha-fuckin zone." I started seeing imaginary friends who had grown older, and even other people's there-but-not-really-there brethren. Let's just say, there are some creepy minds out there. But nevertheless, I had enough juice to take it to my realist intellect and bring it back to dungeon rooms and sonic booms. I ran down to the kitchen and found a pot and sure enough when I pulled it out. Yams. Big handfuls of lopsided candy slabs.

And after this mundane journey to eat, what did it taste like? Sweet potatoes. No, really.

So when you have the urge for some next-dimension sno-balls, take notes and plan your exodus into that candy land accordingly. Because if you just try and pretend they are there, well, you would just look like an idiot.

Chow down.