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Suddenly, I'm in a cupcake shop. Or that's what I think it is, even though they don't seem to have any cupcakes. I'm sitting at a table with my mother, my grandmother's best friend (Barbara), and her boyfriend (Doug). I look around the room. It's lime green on the walls, and the tables are all bright colors. Most are decorated with polka-dots of equally festive colors. At one table is Sarah, a familiar face, and a girl named Madi. Both wave happily. At another table is my grandmother and some unrecognizable person. I think that Paula Craige, Lucia's mother, owns this shop, but I'm not sure. All the people at my table start talking about Barbara Streisand, and my grandmother's friend starts singing some song having to do with roses.
I feel strangely accomplished, even though every goal I've attempted to meet in this dream has blurred and faded before I could get to it. I never found out what that symbol was, or what the red folder meant that was in Sarah's locker. I didn't even tell anyone what Ryan was up to. The only thing I really accomplished was that I remembered Sarah's name.
Suddenly, I'm in a cupcake shop. Or that's what I think it is, even though they don't seem to have any cupcakes. I'm sitting at a table with my mother, my grandmother's best friend (Barbara), and her boyfriend (Doug). I look around the room. It's lime green on the walls, and the tables are all bright colors. Most are decorated with polka-dots of equally festive colors. At one table is Sarah, a familiar face, and a girl named Madi. Both wave happily. At another table is my grandmother and some unrecognizable person. I think that Paula Craige, Lucia's mother, owns this shop, but I'm not sure. All the people at my table start talking about Barbara Streisand, and my grandmother's friend starts singing some song having to do with roses.
I feel strangely accomplished, even though every goal I've attempted to meet in this dream has blurred and faded before I could get to it. I never found out what that symbol was, or what the red folder meant that was in Sarah's locker. I didn't even tell anyone what Ryan was up to. The only thing I really accomplished was that I remembered Sarah's name.
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