(Note: My Mom's cake are the absolute best in the world. They are always so beautiful. They are so moist and delicious and always have the perfect ration of iceing/cake. Her cakes are what I use to judge all other cakes, and most of those cakes don't stack up. Yes, I am a cake snob.)
In my dream we all gather around the cake and since it's her birthday my sister gets to cut the cake. She sticks the knife in and the top layer of the cake flings off on to her shirt and slides off on to the floor. The cake is ruined! In my dream I always get so sad and angry and then I wake up. Then I wish I had a piece of my Mom's cake.
As far as dreams go it's not terribly weird, what is weird is hat I keep having it (and it's not even that close to her birthday!)
I'll have to wait till Sunday to get my piece of cake though, we are celebrating my Grandmother's 80th Birthday!!
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