Cupcake Dreams

That title sounds either brutally cynical or hopelessly gay, but it actually perfectly describes my dream from last night. As in most dreams, there's all sorts of confusing lead-in and crossfade, but the cupcake part is pretty clear. Also, I kind of think these should exist for real.

I'm at some theatre (kind of like the El Camino Community one, where Chelsea danced, but darker, more like the place in the hotel where I checked in for that dumb Vector conference), getting concessions, but they're selling this cool thing that turns into a sugar scene in your cup of water. I'm with at least Chelsea and Daddy, and possibly Nicky, and Chelsea goes to get one. She puts them in the cups, which are glass, and swirls and shakes them up until they dissolve. The sugar and whatever else it is that makes the magic happen quickly start to settle and make this beautiful little diorama, but of what, I can't remember. I think it was roses or something quite fairytale-like. Once I saw how well they worked, I wanted to get one, so I went over and bought the little pack of three, since that's how they come. I didn't want to pay for the glass cups, though, since I am crazy cheap, so I used three of my blue plastic cups (which I actually have). They were slightly too small and some of the frosting got scraped out of place on the right hand cupcake, so I ate the messy bit and put water in the cups to dissolve them up. (The icing was pretty tasty.) I pressed the cups together in a straight row and started swirling them around and mixing it up. What's funny is that nothing spills and the cups stay stuck together, but it's a dream, so hey.

However, mine doesn't look like it's working out like Chelsea's did, and this is disappointing. I wander the room a little, which is a small anteroom off the main lobby and right by the concessions, but it's a small bedroom with a green bedspread-covered bed and white wood slat blinds on both windows. There are windows on opposite sides of the room, and nice regular daylight is coming through them. I've been swirling the cups around and sometimes stirring the sort of brown liquidy-sludge with a finger, when I hear this Southern accented voice quoting from Gone With the Wind (which I've never seen). Thinking back on it, I bet it was saying "All of this has happened before," Battlestar Galactica style. Before I went to bed, I watched all of the Razor flashbacks, and Adama put his hand in this goo tank and heard things. Anyway, this got me all excited because I thought, "Oh, mine'll be a beautiful scene from Georgia! That'll be nice; I haven't seen Georgia in so long..." this and that. I turn to the window on the other side of the bed (I'm standing to the right of the bed, facing into the room) and get a glimpse of Scarlett O'Hara as a kind of vision or hologram outside, and it occurs to me that I need to put the cups down and let the sugar settle. So I stop swirling them and look straight down into them, through the now clear water. Because the cups are pretty dark, I'm not seeing anything, but then I see flowers start to bloom on the bottom and suddenly the shared sides of the cups vanish and I've got the shape of three cups on the outside, but one shared inside. The sugar continues to build up, and the sides become transparent so I can see from all around. Strangely, it's not anywhere in Georgia, but rather a stylized San Francisco, like the inside of a tourist's snowglobe. It even says "San Francisco" in curly letters on the grass between the flowers. These flowers are also pretty stylized, but still nice, and off to the edge is the city and the bridge.

At this point, dream weirdness happens, and either or both of the following things happens: We look in and go into this San Fransisco diorama, Pensieve-style, or the Confederates come in through the windows. Yeah.