I’ve heard that pregnancy can bring on some strange dreams. I’ve always had some pretty wild and vivid dreams, but I’ve noticed an increase during my pregnancy. My first trimester was riddled with brightly colored dreams and most of them were “bad” or unhappy. No real nightmares, but not exactly friendly dreams. My second trimester was much more restful. I didn’t remember my dreams nearly as frequently as I had before. My third trimester seems to be starting out with some pretty crazy ones already. Last night was the second night in a row of remembering a pretty crazy dream that was extremely vivid and detailed. Luckily, so far, they’ve just been strange rather than full of bad things happening.
I thought, if you are interested in the twisted mind of Sara… you might enjoy the following adventure.
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The whole family was at Mom and Dad’s. Their house was similar in nature to their real one, only it had a full and finished basement. The house also sat on Grandma and Grandpa’s property in Woodstock. (Just setting the scene for those that know those locations, it doesn’t affect the rest of the dream.)
In the dream, we were all downstairs in the basement discussing what we were going to do for fun. Someone suggested that we have a cooking contest. That each pair of us had to prepare a full meal for a particular time of day (breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinner). There had to be at least four pieces to each meal: a meat, a starch or grain, a veggie or fruit, and a desert. Richard and I drew breakfast, so we went first.
Our plan was simple. Pancakes, with a twist that was Richard’s idea. Bacon, because who doesn’t love bacon. A fruit and cottage cheese parfait. And I wanted to do an oreo pudding dessert. I’m not sure how oreo pudding qualified as a desert for breakfast, but that was our menu plan. We wrote it out on a white board and headed up to the kitchen to start.
Everything started out normal enough. Richard began mixing the pancake batter while I layered a berry parfait in a really beautiful crystal container that I'd found in Mom's cabinet. Bacon was thawed and I was getting ready to start that when a group of people I knew in high school showed up. They brought in a huge cooler of beer and cranked up the WVU football game on the radio. I sent them out of the kitchen and went back to my tasks. Meanwhile, Richard had baked a cake with the pancake batter! He covered the top with powdered sugar, mint leaves, and a few leftover berries from my parfait. It actually looked really neat, though I was mad at first that he hadn’t just made normal pancakes.
The bacon had filled the kitchen with smoke, so I opened up a sliding glass door that led to the front porch (an addition that my dream added to my mom’s house). The guys on the porch were getting pretty rowdy and acting a little drunk; opening the back door gave them access to my kitchen again. I had, at some point, made my oreo pudding. It just needed the whipped cream final touches and we could take our meal downstairs to be judged by the rest of the family. As I sent Richard downstairs with the rest of our meal, two of the guys from high school had dipped spoons in my pudding!! There were two huge ruts out of my perfect pudding! I was outraged and smacked them both on the hands. They laughed and went back to their drinking. I took a spatula and smoothed out the ruts, but it didn’t look quite right.
I shook the pan from side to side and front to back, to try and even out the mixture. As I did so, the pan grew in size!! I was startled and took a step back. The guys said that I hadn’t quite fixed it yet and maybe I should shake it some more. With every shake it got bigger and every time I thought I had it perfect someone would point out another flaw. Suddenly, the pudding was the size of a swimming pool!! With every shake, it produced a wave of pudding. I’d picked up one end and dropped it back down. A wave of oreo pudding stretched up to the ceiling! I realized at this point that it was out of control. I couldn’t stop it! It was going to crash down or spill over the sides. My pudding was ruined; I sobbed! The wind, caused by the tsunami of pudding, rushed around us. It rocked back and forth in the pool sized pudding pan ominously. Then, an air pocket appeared underneath the pudding… with the force of a bomb, it exploded! The blast sent pudding everywhere and blew the roof right off the house!
I watched as the roof and walls of my parent’s kitchen, living room, and sun room went soaring through the night sky before crashing into the woods a full acre away! Horrified, I ran to the basement. The sound of the explosion had rattled my family, but they didn’t realize the gravity of the situation. I sobbed into my dad’s shirt that I’d blown up their kitchen. Everyone rushed up the stairs and out of the back porch to see.
As we walked up the hill, I sniffled to Mom “At least you can get your new kitchen now…”
Richard’s alarm went off as we were gazing at the pudding dripping from the leaves of the trees.
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I’m sure it’s no surprise I woke up with a craving for oreo pudding…
