This Dream Takes the Cake

One function of my blog is to serve as a dream journal when I wake up from a particularly odd dream. It can be but isn’t necessarily consistent in it’s continuity. There is an episode of House where Dr House attempts to determine reality from hallucination by looking for breaks in continuity. This dream had several, but memory is a tricky thing because it tends to edit for continuity. That’s why it’s important to write down bits of the dream while they are still fresh. Observations about the dream are in italics. Here it is.

My coworker K. and I were discussing another coworker’s event. Specifically we were discussing the cake. Should it be a full sheet cake or less? What flavor? First real lack of coherence, we were discussing MAKING the cake. Who has an oven big enough for a whole sheet cake? We decide to go to the store and buy a box of cake mix. ONE, regular sized box. We are in the kitchen, continuity jump, part of why dreams seem so weird.
I turn the box over for instructions, gee, why wouldn’t I do that at the store before buying it? instead of instructions there is a news story. Must be Al Gore’s fault. Only in the internet age would there be news stories on the backs of boxes of cake mix. The article is about a winery employee trolling for kids when elementary school classes tour the winery. He gets them drunk. I don’t work at a winery in the dream or real life. I just see the story. I’ve been awake long enough now that the sharp jumps in the dreamline are fading. I am beginning to forget the dream. Lights come on and a car runs into my car knocking me off the road! It’s Buford T. Justice pulling me over! Highly startling break in continuity, in other words WTF! It’s the scene from Smokey and the Bandit where Jackie Gleason is standing at the driver’s window. It’s garbled, I don’t remember the scene well enough to dream it clearly. There are strange noises. Outside noises are impinging on my dream, Danger!! IS SOMEONE IN MY HOUSE!!!

At that point I woke up. Groggy, but unable to identify where the noise is coming from or what it is.

Okay, road construction outside my house. Mystery solved. I think the car crash was the noise of a backhoe dislodging concrete. I’m kind of surprised the jackhammer didn’t turn into gunfire.

Some days I don’t sleep well.

Wild

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