I dreamed that all my friends were coming over for brunch and I was making pancakes.  But I didn’t have flour.  One of my friends said she had some kind of fancy organic flour from Japan, and we could use it for the pancakes.  It was pink.  It was also slightly fruity, and I thought it would be nice to use orange extract instead of vanilla, so my friends helpfully started measuring ingredients and cracking eggs while I looked for the orange extract. It was on a high shelf, and every time I tried to grab it, it kept slipping and ducking behind the other bottles and spices.  More people would be arriving soon, the kitchen was a mess, I hadn’t even started cooking yet….  I was in a panic.

But my friends said, “Rebecca, thank you so much!  It’s so nice of you to make pancakes for us.  You’re the best.”

I said, “I haven’t actually made any pancakes yet!”

They said that they had already got all the batter mixed up and ready to go.  “Thank you, ” I cried.  “You guys are amazing.  You totally saved me; I don’t know what I would do without you.”

They handed me a grouchy looking orange cat. The cat was sort of sticky.

“Here you go,” they said.  “We’ve already rubbed the pancake batter all over the cat.”

Indeed, they had worked the batter into the cat’s fur extremely thoroughly.

“Thank you,” I said again.  “I really appreciate all the help.  You guys are really amazing.”

They smiled happily.

“How should I cook the pancakes?” I asked.  “Considering the cat, I mean.”

My friends stared at each other in horror.  “We didn’t think of that,” they said.

I think that’s where I woke up.