Am I a cake?

Date: 7/15/2020

So I’m at my friend Rita’s birthday party and one of the things we did was learn how to play violin, except it was all made of cling plastic wrap which didn’t make sense but somehow I learn how to play happy birthday. This wasn’t really relavent, though, bc we basically moved on immediately. After, me and her went upstairs and Rita like realllyyy wanted to make a cake. So I was like sure, except she started putting rly weird stuff in the cake, like spaghetti and also lasagne noodles and I was like wtf this isn’t a cake and she was like shut up it is so I was like fine ok. Anyway, so we waiting for “it” to bake or whatever in the other room, when she told me to play it cool, bc apparently she wasn’t allowed to make any cake so it had to be a secret from her grandparents, who turned out to be rly creepy. Like I went to the bathroom, which for some rzn had like twenty doors, and her grandpa just walked in to interrogate me, he was like “bet u wish u could be making cake rn, too bad that isn’t an option” all creepily and suspicious. Then later I went to check on the cake, and I saw her grandparents out of the corner of my eye, and then I turned to look and they were gone. Then the same thing happened except they were partially made of cake, which was like rly freakin creepy. Then I kept turning, and everything started to turn to cake: Rita’s microwave, the door to the bathroom, then the vent. Rita’s grandparents made of cake began popping up everywhere until I was surrounded. Then Rita walked in to check on the “cake” and then she turned to cake, and the cake things were creeping towards me until I turned to cake and then I woke up. 😳