Sex, drugs, bubble wrap, bagpipe music, history theses…Flyby found out a last night that these are just a few of the titillating things that Adams residents secretly pine for. They have been submitting their anonymous fantasies for a month, hoping that their innermost desires would be played out at the biennial Adams House Fantasy Dinner. Saturday night, all their wildest dreams came true. Breakfast food for dinner? Check. Brighter lighting in the dining hall? Got it (finally).

Find out what other fantasies Adams residents realized—including an Aesop-inspired race, a faux Bar Mitzvah, and the chance to hate on The Crimson—after the jump.

• Adams House Masters being carried into the room like Prince Ali (and Jasmine) by half-naked Adams boys. Kudos to the Masters for their royal good nature.

• Twister on a dining hall table. Looked like fun, but Flyby didn’t want to get too entangled in it.

• Hall-wide massage.

• Chocolate and strawberries. The only announcement that could send a mass exodus of diners to the servery.