Dreamt I had just come home, here, with my ex, his little sister, who was actually an old student of mine, a black girl, and not his sister at all, and his mother, who was not present in the dream, but she lived in the house. We were in the den, the three of us, and it was daylight. His sister had cancer. There was a big broken doll of mine in the corner of the room against the wall. She had strawberry blonde hair and wore light denim overalls. I was trying to reattach her vinyl limbs by means of hooks and pins, and was somewhat successful when I looked up and saw a big dark haired headless doll stretched across the top of the wall. She had blue jeans and a rainbow top. The girl told me she put her there.
In the next dream I lived in a big old house with a wrap-around porch. I was having a birthday party for myself, and loads of my old students were there. I was baking all sorts of cookies and stacking them on round tin party trays at the crowded tables. I was also baking cookies for them to take home. The ones I remember were sticky pastry types, knotted like pretzels. They had some fruit like pineapple. The cookies were only the first course, but I was so busy that I woke before getting to the food.
