In one I had teeth full of chicken and I was flossing and flossing and flossing. It never got any better. At one point, my floss was like an organza ribbon. Not very helpful.
In the other dream, I was baking and decorating a cake. It took all day. I had layers and filling and frosting stacked up forever.
I told Craig this morning. He said, "So, if I give you a cake mix, I can make all your dreams come true."
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Sounds to me like your psyche is working out feeling overwhelmed . . . so much to do, so much to face that it will never be done.
But I hope Craig is right and that he can make all your (happiest) dreams come true. :)
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