Ziggy's cake

I rarely dream about people I know, so I was puzzled how anyone could dream about LJ friends they haven't even met. Well, this morning it happened to me. Appropriately, the dream starred joined-at-the-brain ghostsandrobots, who has dreamt about me before.

I was driving through a forest where people lived underground, like Hobbiton with cars and lots of trees. I pulled up to the shop where Zig lived, and saw her through the big front window, baking a cake, white chef's hat and all. Tree roots dangled artistically over the glass. It was a birthday cake for me, but looked more like a giant wedding cake with hard white icing. She had finished the main construction and was preparing to decorate it. While I sat in the car, she pulled down large illustrations on the back wall of the bakery, and I was supposed to pick the design I wanted.

All this was done with hand signs and smiles, which felt like trying to communicate in Cyberspace. If we had had an opportunity to speak, I wonder how Zig's voice would have sounded. Maybe like voiced-over Japanese.

The next scene involved a group of LJ bears, with two of us behaving like cats, hissing and spitting at each other, but anyone who has visited this house will know that's unremarkable. Besides a number of Torontonians whom I have met, the group included urso and zombietruckstop, whom I have not.