I was too lazy to carve my pumpkin (who was going to see it anyway?) but I did turn it into soup. Pumpkin has great texture; otherwise it tastes of whatever you put with it- in this case apple and spices.
I dreamed there was a large, new room attached to my house. It was something like a garage and something like a cellar. There was an old radio in there- an enormous thing from the '30s or '40s. I switched it on and it still worked. Then I noticed that, in spite of being underground, the room had huge picture windows at the far end- and the light was pouring in.