I had a dream last night that I made the most disastrous batch of beer. It boiled over multiple times, I forgot a bunch of hop additions, and then I tried to chill it in an ice bath in which it turned over (I normally use a wort chiller.) For some reason I didn't dream of the mash at all. In the dream, I kept thinking "people have been making beer for thousands of years" and ended up with a single half gallon. It was the homebrewer's version of "I realized I was naked in front of everyone at work."