x-ray popcorn
I dreamed I was hungry but too lazy to cook. So I swallowed a bunch of microwave popcorn and went for a chest x-ray.
The technician pointed the x-ray machine straight at me and powered it up. It made a hum that grew progressively louder.
A muted popping sound began in my belly. It sounded like a whole bunch of kung-fu movies playing at once.
Suddenly my stomach exploded. Popcorn flew everywhere. All the equipment burst into flames as the technician fled the room. I wanted to run, but I was wearing a lead apron.
Then the technician returned to the room carrying a fire extinguisher and a giant salt shaker.