the oddest things happen at night
Last night I had a long, involved, and wonderful dream wherein I caught up with a friend I haven’t spoken to in years; we just sat down and chatted for hours about everything we’ve been up to. She had podcasts and scripts and novels and I was so proud and excited. It was pretty awesome.
Then I had another dream a little later, the one I woke from this morning. For some reason I was still living with my parents - for some reason my mother was still also alive - and a family friend was staying with me in my parents’ bedroom. I don’t know, man, it made sense at the time. Anyhoo, Mum comes in and tells me that Singer from The Cab has been staying with us for the past three days, and I had no idea, so I go haring downstairs and give a delighted shriek of “ALEX!” before whumping into him with a bone-crushing hug. He begged for oxygen and I let him go, rather embarrassed at my over-excited antics, to see that he’d been baking a cake. It consisted of a layer of shortbread biscuits, held to the rest with a layer of lemon curd, then a nice thick layer of lemon sponge, glazed and drizzled with green food colouring, topped with thick squiggles of lemon-flavoured blue and yellow icing.
I woke up thinking, man I want to bake that cake. In the end, I concluded that the layer of shortbread would be impractical, but replace it with more sponge and I could even make it vegan. Think I could get the hang of it before The Cab play the UK, and bring some to them?
…yeah, I reckon I’ve got time, too.
3 years ago • Notes