Digging through his kitchen cabinents and fridge, he begins sorting out all the different utensils and ingredients out on the counter. "He" measures out all the dry ingredients into a big bowl and mixes them together by hand with a smile on his face as he looks down to his left with a loving look in his eyes. "He" then takes an egg and hands it off to a small child standing next to him.

The little one appears to be no more than 6 years of age with long dark hair pulled back to keep it from getting in his way. With a big smile on his face he grabs the egg from the tall one as he's kneeling down with the bowl in hand saying "Now _______, crack the egg into the bowl without getting any shells in it." _______ nods and attempts to crack open the egg smashing it all over his hand. After the initial shock they both begin laughing.

They continue mixing ingredients together, making a huge mess before finally having it all mixed together and put into a cake pan. "He" puts the pan in the oven and they both start to clean up the huge mess they made. _______ being the little kid he is begins playing in all the powders and cake mix on the counter. "He" watches with a smile, scooping a small dab of cake mix on his finger and pressing it onto _______'s nose with a slight chuckle. _______ goes cross eyed, with a slight confused look on his face and throws a small handful of flour at "Him".

They play around for a bit and finish cleaning up their mess just as the cake finishes baking. "He" pulls out the cake and sets it aside to cool as they get out a bright pink frosting and black gel to decorate the cake.

As they finish decorating the cake "She" walks in the door saying "I'm home". _______ runs to the door, wrapping his tiny arms around "Her" leg smiling and giggling as "She" picks him up. Noticing that his face is covered in cake mix and flour she wanders into the kitchen where "He" stands there with a pink cake in hand with the words "Happy Birthday Mom" written in black gel.


~This was a dream I had a couple years ago that I only told on person about. Recently it's been invading my dreams again except with a bit more detail. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside, along with a tidbit of emptiness. Either way, I love this dream. It's my favorite one out of the few that I can remember.

I wonder if she still remembers the dream.