Taking a maths exam once more. (This one is getting sooo worn out by now. Although as a variant, I actually a) got to the exam on time - although I forgot to fill in a whole page and b) my daughter was there to help me out- by making drawings on my papers)
I also followed a drum lesson this night and I was at an office where the desks, with people and everything could lower into the floor, creating the perfect landscape office.
I know… 
I am in the street where I lived for 25 years, sitting on the sidewalk, eating puff pastry pizzas (I think I already talked about this, but it’s a delicacy from southern Sardinia) made by a high school friend’s sister, with a middle school friend which is a common friend of said high school friend, for breakfast.
After a while he tells me he has to go, and I do too. For some reason, he takes my car, so I have to take his, which is a grey Tesla Model S, parked on the sidewalk on a nearby street with all four blinkers blinking. I enter the car, and I feel a bit intimidated. I need some time to get used to a new car, especially if the car is not mine, even more if the car is electric and with all sorts of technostuff. After a while trying to get used to the car, I notice it’s 14:30 and I’ll be extremely late for work.
Moreover, the car is ENORMOUS. I have to stand to drive it, and I have to press the pedals with both feet to make them work. I head to work and the car begins speeding, going up to 190 km/h on a road where the limit is 50. I begin to worry, press on the brakes as strong as I can, but the car keeps running. I think “at least there’s the driving assistant that keeps me on the road” but that doesn’t help much.
I reach a roundabout, and I don’t remember how, but the next think I remember, I’m pretending to be asleep on the side of the road while my sister comes and asks me what the hell happened. I pretend to wake up and tell her I have no idea, then look at my watch, and it’s 7:30. I think “I’ll be late for work, but at least not as late as I was before”.
I like this dream because it mixes two recurring themes in my dreams, fearing to be late for work and being in a fast moving out of control metal structure.
Let’s open a new thread: “Six degrees of separation to Thimbleweed Park” 
I suggest we just use it to bring stuff back on-topic (as TWP is always on-topic here)
Except in…you know…the off topic category. Were we are in…right now.
Lots of dreams today!
It begins with me having to park my bike somewhere else because I need to leave the parking spot for our guests. So I take my bike and exit the garage (or car hole if you prefer). It’s dark, and it’s raining. I go uphill and find a place where to park my bike. It’s now morning, it isn’t raining, and I meet a former work colleague and his wife, but I don’t want to greet them, so I head back home. I know there’s a shortcut, so I enter a space between two buildings and begin going back downhill on stairs and paths thinking they will take the longer paved route, but I hear him say “oh, there’s a shortcut here” and I hear them going downhill behind me. I reach the bottom and I’d just have to walk a bit and enter my building - which is now a hotel with revolving doors - but I don’t want to risk meeting them at the reception or the elevator so I have a genius idea: take another shortcut, which goes uphill again on another path. This time, they don’t follow me, I see them heading to the hotel from above. I reach the top again, and I think “well, that was idiotic, I’m back to my bike and I have to go down again”, but I find an entrance to the hotel also on a higher floor.
I enter, and I notice it’s actually a cruise ship. The corridors are narrow, the ceiling is low, there’s red carpet everywhere. I find my wife, she tells me to follow the signs to our room, and that everything has been set up by M & R, two friend of ours that will be joining the cruise in a couple of days as soon as the ship reaches their port. There’s paper tape on the floor, creating “lanes” in the corridor. One lane brings to the bathroom, another one to our room, and the third one on M&R’s room. I enter our room, I open a drawer and it’s overloaded with plastic teaspoons. All other drawers seem to have just party appliances - straws, toothpicks, flags on sticks, balloons - and there’s a kettle and a coffee machine. I don’t find it strange, on the contrary I’m pleased that they provided all that stuff.
That’s when my daughter woke us up telling us she had a nightmare. She dreamed that Romeo’s robot (from the show PJ Masks) was chasing her.
From now on, I only have pieces of dreams I can’t reorder. The big and elegant staircase of the ship, that made me think “this is a ship we’ve never been in” (my wife and I used to go quite often on cruises with Costa and took track of which ships we visited). The bar which morphed into a disco by lowering the dance floor. Another former colleague of mine who was trying to speak Italian, telling me he had a great-great-grandfather from Italy. Said colleague and I parachuting out of a helicopter trying to land on the ship.
Then my daughter woke me up again, telling me she had another nightmer. She dreamed Luna Girl’s (from the show PJ Masks) brain. It wanted to turn my daughter into a robot.
Sounds a bit like my dream about a party on a ship 
But there were no baked beans involved. Quite disappointing, now that I think about it.
I don´t think I´ve ever had beans on toast, yet. But I think you take refried beans for that (because they´re more of a spread).
You definitely should try it. We don’t use refried, though – it’s always baked beans on toast. Probably because of the tomato sauce, which covers the toast. 
So tomoato sauce and baked beans? Got it.
I created (?) my own sandwich now. Two pieces of toast, duo spread(chocolate and cream) on bottom side and banana slices on top side. Put together and…yummy! 
Well the beans come in the sauce here.
Sounds yum You’ve reminded me that I need to get a recipe from my mum involving soaking fruit bread in some syrupy caramel (made from heating condensed milk, I think), layering it with sliced bananas, and baking it.
I need to change my jumper.
Oh great, I know those! I can get those in the super market actually!
Talking about change, didn´t we have a long since neglected thread for food recipes somewhere?
Oh!
My!
God!
Great, right?
Well then, why don´t you exchange receipes with your beloved @tasse-tee? 
I haven´t seen you guys even talk (publicly) since she came back. I was expecting more reunion excitement.
mwahahaha 
When you said you “wanted to take me on journeys” that´s not exactly what I pictured…
