Day 345- Birthday Dinner and Recurring Dream

My birthday was almost a week ago, but we have been so busy and with four parties this weekend it’s today when Tywana makes my birthday dinner. One of my favorite dishes is a recipe from Cooking Light many years ago. It’s called Mediterranean spaghetti. For some reason it’s only made on my birthday and not even every year. So, it’s very special when I have it. One of my favorite desserts is brownies, but not any brownies. I do not like fudge brownies. I do not want icing or marshmallows or any form of goo on them. I like the recipe from the Hershey’s cocoa can. It’s been the same for many, many years and I say if something is working, why change it. Well, Tywana has decided to try Hershey’s dark chocolate instead of the regular cocoa and I’m very concerned. Brownies come around only a bit more than the Mediterranean spaghetti. But, if they are terrible, I’ll live. So, no big deal. They turn out to be delicious. Whew! Mediterranean spaghetti and Hershey’s brownies. Today is OK.

I go to bed and I have a recurring dream I’ve had for decades now. The setting is always a little different, but it’s basically the same themes. This one combines two common themes. I’m always amazed at the level of detail my brain creates in my dreams and the way it creates scenarios that are different but represent the same things. In this dream I’m back in college. I’m the age I am now, long out of school, but I’m back for a short session. I’m in this huge communal bathroom full of showers and sinks getting dressed for the day. I have a phobia about both dirty bathrooms with overflowing sinks and toilets and public restrooms. This dream combines both. I am walking around looking for an empty shower and a sink so that I can get dressed. I take off my shoes and they’re full of water which I dump onto the floor and it starts to puddle around everything including my bag containing my clothes. I hate this place. I see other people are finished showering and are dressed. I think I’ll be so glad when this shower is over and I’m dressed. I look down at my shoes lying on the floor. They are high top Ed Hardy type sneakers, and they’re so worn. I try to recall how long I’ve had them. It’s only been a couple of weeks. Why are they so beat up? What happened to them? Then I try to remember how long this session of school is. I can’t remember. I have no idea. I think it’s two weeks. I’m not sure why. I think I’m about a week in, but I’m not sure about that either. All I know is I can’t wait to get dressed and I can’t wait for the semester to be over so I can go home.

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