Dream Journal
I had a big pile of dough on the railing in front of me. I stretched it between the posts of the walkway outside of some motel rooms, winding the dough around each post until it was stretched well. I pinched off a piece of dough and ate it; the bread tasted so sweet and warm as if right from the oven.
I went up the stairs to the second level, and found my second pile of dough on the upstairs railing. A woman stepped out from one of the motel room doors with a lump of dough much smaller than mine.
I decided to wait to stretch my dough so as to give the other woman opportunity for hers. I stood there waiting and watching her talk with another woman who came from a different door. I wondered how long she was going to hold her dough before stretching it.
It was getting later so I quickly did some calculations in my head and determined the number of posts she would need to properly stretch her dough. Leaving that number of posts available, I proceeded to use the remaining posts to stretch mine.
I wove the dough around and around the posts until it was smooth and tight.