Underground Baker

Date: 12/6/2018

I was a baker and we were starting out work week so I was a bit tired. I was sitting on the edge of the stage, with my butt a few centimeters away from the drop off point. I’m not sure why we worked on this stage but we did. My back was completely turned to what would be the audience if there was an audience present. I sat there and greeted people dressed in aprons, hugged the leg of a friend while receiving stares filled with curiosity. I really felt like I knew these people. The feeling of familiarity and love were pretty intense. The floor and the walls was made out of bathroom tile and the lighting was not the best so the room gave off a creepy vibe to anyone who hadn’t worked there for some time. on the stage was a large sphere machine that looked like it had, had its upper half cut off. Then two pathways that were on side of this machine. These pathways had tile as well and the lighting in these tunnels looked worse than the lighting in the main room. There’s alway a behind the scenes team that makes the team seen look more official and legit, I think we were that team for bakers because I didn’t see one regular looking oven around. I assume maybe were were the workers who pre-made and froze the cookie dough that supermarket bakery’s bake on the spot. Someone said “aright guys it’s time to get to work.” I stood up while we all walked in the same direction to get to our stations. It was really crowded and I didn’t think that many people wed on the stage. While we walked I heard someone praying and as they prayed I looked back the the Bible I had left on the floor where I sat. I don’t know where that bible came from or how I knew it was back there. Whoever got to whichever station first was to work there for the rest of the day. I’m not sure if this was an actual rule but that’s how it seemed because when people were free enough to move they all rushed to get to the best station. I stood in front of the sphere I described in the beginning of the dream. It looked like a large circular oven table. There was butter at three point on the oven table and if these point were connected it would make a triangle. I remember thinking ‘I don’t want to be cramped back there, in that corridor’. I got to my spot in front of the oven table, stayed there and watched people go from spot to spot trying to find the perfect place to fit themselves. A place they could tolerate for the entire work day. It was chaos but not true chaos. I remember seeing slot of Hispanic and Latina women and men. Everyone finally settled and when they did two black girls came in and started telling us what to do. They were very flamboyant and ghetto. One was light skin, fairly tall with a blonde, shoulder length wig and the other was dark skinned, short and had a long black waive wig. They came in and told us to organize some tables and chairs that had either just appeared or that I just noticed were there. “What are you doing?” One of the woman said to me as organized the last of the chairs. “You told us to organize the chairs.” I said indifferently. I wasn’t scarred of her and I knew her and her friend were just trying to intimidate the workers. It was power play to them. They fed off of the fear of the workers. “Well I just told everybody to sit on the front row.” She said with in attitude. I climbed over the other three rows of seats me and the workers had just organized and and sat next to about 7 other workers. The dark skin boss lady was reading some announcements when the left, front of her wig whipped back like some invisible had pulled it. It was a slight pull nothing that cause her to move her head back from the force. I guess she hadn’t glued it down properly. I didn’t say anything the first time but when it happened the second time I interrupted her rude rant and said “Your wig is falling off.” She laughed. This laugh was a disguised she tried to use to cover her embarrassment. I could see right through her uncomfortable laugh. “Y’all really gon try to go on me.” “I wasnt tryin to go on you, your wig just fell off and I let you know.” At first I was sincere but slowly but surely I realized that I had said that out of spite. “I really wouldn’t do that I’m not that type of person.” It was when I said this that I had realized it. The lighskin girl tried to take up for her best friend and said something about how my vagina still had discharge in it and that she thought I was off of my period. Strange right? But it’s a dream so anything goes. I was feeling cocky and confident now so I got up and walked toward her whilst saying “oh, oh really well you can check for me down there to see, you can even stick your face in it if you want to, because you on my clit right now” I saw the people around me were impressed. I definitely remember this white guy looking shocked and excited at the fact that I had stood up to two work bullies. When I saw his face as I walked away from the woman I said “and it feels so fucking good.” I said it sensually trying to arouse the white man who was looking at me in awe. Don’t judge me I’m not myself when I dream. And there was a side door next to the oven table. I’m not sure if I was following the older woman who led me there or if she was following me but some how I ended up walking through a red door with a clear, glass rectangle window on it. I walked in but didn’t continue, the older lady past me and told me to turn on the night lights before I leave. I was very dark in here but much darker in here and as studies the large, cube objects in the room I came to the conclusion that it was older technology just in here collecting dust. I decided to leave but before I did I turned on the night lights which just looked like red emergency lights in the far back corner of this storage room. The red light radiated off of the room it lit up and into the hallway the woman went down. I left and then the dream changed entirely. [Dream shift]: I was in a futuristic home and me and some other people were there either studied or held captive, I had more faith in the later but where we were staying was better than a dirty jail cell so I didn’t mind too much. We wore all white and the building which was large and fancy was all white as well. As I walked up the wide steps and onto a large platform between the rows of steps that signified the steps changing direction, a woman said something she’s wasn’t supposed to. I could tell because she was whispering. She probably wanted to leave and wanted me to help her. We walked further up the steps utile we reached the top and ducked down behind a glass railing. She had an IPhones in her hand but the iPhone was paper thin and the set up was a completely different. She was scrolling through things l couldn’t understand and said “see.” As if this information was supposed to open my eyes to a bigger conspiracy. “Check my b12 level.” I said as she scrolled. She tried to but before she could the phone started to cave in, crack and malfunction. She dropped the phone in her lap in defeat. [scene shift]: The house had slides but the slides were skinny and flexible so they clung and morphed to your body’s mold as you slid. I just remember sliding up the slide and reaching a taller platform. When I got there I said “this is why I dint trust people, because stuff like this happens.” To the woman who was trying to help me escape. Some other creatures came in and they knew the woman who was trying to help us escape. These creatures consisted of a very large bear and a very small bear. The bears started speaking and argument with the woman who was to help me escape. I hear “father” once or twice so I assumed it was a family issue. “You’re the reason father...” is kinda how a fight broke out. The woman I was just talking to morphs into a bear and starts fighting what I assume to be her siblings. They fight and as they do I drift back into third person and start to watch a story of love and hate. They fought and fought for a long time until each of them had successfully stripped the others of all its fur. They are completely in there human form by now. Amidst the fight when they are too tired to go anymore they begin to laugh with each other. This laugh signifies the ending of the relationship between them. They live happily ever after in a cute little winter home. They can walk through walls to hug each other.