Banana Bread for the Somero’s

Date: 8/27/2022

I’m back in school, but it looks more like a high school than a college campus. I realize that I have my schedule mixed up and that I’m walking toward the wrong class. I find an empty classroom and print myself a ticket that says that I’m handicapped (not really) which will give me an excuse for my tardiness. Mr. Mosby (from The Suite Life of Zack & Cody) walks in. I know that he is the school principal. I’m scared of getting in trouble, but I play it cool… I’m at another school now and I head to the cafeteria for some sort of Enneagram assembly. I’m wearing a bodysuit with a short sleeved flannel over it and mom jeans—I feel really cool in this outfit. When I walk into the cafeteria, each table is separated by Enneagram type, but none of the tables are labeled. I walk up to one table and ask a girl which table she’s at. She tells me that it’s the six table, but she says it in an annoyed tone. I figure she must have been asked a few times already and is frustrated with the lack of organization for this assembly. Before walking away to another table, I recall a memory from (apparently) the year before at the same assembly. I agree with the girl’s annoyance by telling her about the previous assembly when they had switched the tables around a bunch of times and that I wound up sitting at a type one, type two and a type six table before I found the right one. I continue to walk down the aisle between the crowded tables. I make it to the back of the cafeteria and I finally recognize someone that I assume to be an Enneagram 9. I look down at the table and see that this one does have a label on it, unlike the others. I sit down with a lot of people that I recognize from my high school graduating class. They all seem to be excited to see me at their table. The table has round seats like Christa McCauliffe had in their cafeteria. I see an open one in the middle of one of the sides, but everyone scoots down one to make room for me at the end of the table. I’m now sitting with Brody, Renee and Mr. David (I don’t think we’re seated by enneagram type anymore). Brody is ranting about something (possibly assembly-related) and quietly says to Renee “It’s so fucking annoying.” I chuckle at hearing this come from Brody. At first, no one acknowledges the fact that he cursed, but then Renee says she’s surprised that he did in front of her dad. Mr. David seems to not have been paying attention… It’s nighttime and I walk up to the Somero’s house (not actually) in a normal suburban-looking house. I join Blane, Nick and Justin Crytzer, who are walking on the sidewalk leading up to the front door. I’m in the kitchen now and some of the Somero cousins, who are all brunette and acting like normal people, are visiting. They’re complaining about buying some sort of banana loaf that tasted different from what they actually wanted. I offer to make them some banana bread, but they seem perplexed. They chuckle at me and ask “Why would you do that?” I tell them that I used to make banana bread all the time and that it’s really easy to make and tastes really good. After a little bit of convincing, they finally accept my offer. I think about how weird the Finnish culture is, but I still didn’t expect them to think that baking banana bread for them would be weird. I’m back outside with the boys, we’re standing on the side of the house, which meets the edge of a forest. An old man, who is also somehow related to the Somero’s, comes out from behind an old picket fence. Blane starts chatting with him about something (either a project that he’s working on or something that he’s trying to sell on OfferUp). While they talk, I go back inside to check the kitchen for banana bread ingredients. The Saurus family is here now. I open the fridge to find a ton of different types of milk. For some reason, I assume that they’re all for Baylee and Remi. Michael slips in front of me to grab something from the fridge, so I step aside until he’s done. Instead of waiting, I walk into the living room to find Mrs. Rachel, Tita Vicki and Mr. David. Mr. David is talking about “the teeth of the Chi” and Mrs. Rachel is looking at me over his shoulder, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. I try to hold back my laugh.