Dream log #4

In this dream, I returned to my old house where I grew up. I spent most of my school years living in the house. I remember the yellow walls and mountains of things. My nan was a hoarder, and so was my aunt. My aunt was my nan's mini-me. My mum didn't like mess and she always did her best to clean up. The house is still there, but after my nan died, it went to another young family that we knew from Salvation Army.

In the dream, all I remember is being asked to make a cheese sandwich at my nan's house. I end up eating some also, but the food constantly changes shape and flavour.

Make me a cheese and peanut butter sandwich, Sugar Plum

My nanna says with a smile on her face watching Golden Girls

It's strange to think about cause she developped a nut allergy

Oops I added marmite by mistake, that shouldn't be a problem

Wait I made two, where did all these sandwhiches came from

For some reason I can't stop eating. The texture keeps changing.

Cheese and jam, marmite and honey, peanut butter and horse raddish.

Overwhelmed, I make the sandwiches again and start from fresh.