I dreamt of cake pets. Not cake that look like pets, but cakes that people kept as pets
They walked, they talked, they came in a variety of flavors and texture. Some even had sauces!
The dream was from my own perspective with someone else telling the story. The grand baker in fact! He went around, or brought people to his kitchen, to teach them how to make these cakes. Each one was so very intricate. All the notes were hand written, there were videos being made. All the information you could possibly need in regards to these cakes was there. But when people decided they knew what they were doing, they often forgot crucial steps leading to poorly made cakes. Wether they lacked the artistry of design or if they lack salt.. or baking powder. Or maybe the cherries were too runny and dripped all about as the cakes wandered.
Some of the bakers made ones with little mistakes. Like a gorgeous chlorate mouse cake but the bake was off because someone didn’t have their oven set to the right temperature. One baker made a carrot cake but used cumin instead of cinnamon, so everyone avoided the poor little things because it smelled funny.
Those with good cakes have the grandest parties.
The cakes so poorly made that even the beasts of the field want nothing to do with them, they were an embarrassment and are treated very poorly by their people. The poorly treated cakes slowly wither and turn back into cake dust that is swept up and left outside to blow n the wind.
Thats when I realized there was cake out everywhere! On our shoes, in the streets, over the sidewalks all over window ledges and on knick knacks in peoples houses. And it occurred to me in the dream that they ate their perfection and lived in the filth of their failures, always trying to brush it off but it never really went away. But I couldn't quite grasp why that mattered..
And then my morning wake up song started, But it's not related? Today it was Luckenbach, Texas.
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The dream was from my own perspective with someone else telling the story. The grand baker in fact! He went around, or brought people to his kitchen, to teach them how to make these cakes. Each one was so very intricate. All the notes were hand written, there were videos being made. All the information you could possibly need in regards to these cakes was there. But when people decided they knew what they were doing, they often forgot crucial steps leading to poorly made cakes. Wether they lacked the artistry of design or if they lack salt.. or baking powder. Or maybe the cherries were too runny and dripped all about as the cakes wandered.
Some of the bakers made ones with little mistakes. Like a gorgeous chlorate mouse cake but the bake was off because someone didn’t have their oven set to the right temperature. One baker made a carrot cake but used cumin instead of cinnamon, so everyone avoided the poor little things because it smelled funny.
Those with good cakes have the grandest parties.
The cakes so poorly made that even the beasts of the field want nothing to do with them, they were an embarrassment and are treated very poorly by their people. The poorly treated cakes slowly wither and turn back into cake dust that is swept up and left outside to blow n the wind.
Thats when I realized there was cake out everywhere! On our shoes, in the streets, over the sidewalks all over window ledges and on knick knacks in peoples houses. And it occurred to me in the dream that they ate their perfection and lived in the filth of their failures, always trying to brush it off but it never really went away. But I couldn't quite grasp why that mattered..
And then my morning wake up song started, But it's not related? Today it was Luckenbach, Texas.
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