Dreams Are Made of Strong Elastic

At first I was working in one of those super fancy and ridiculously expensive cake making places, a la Charm City Cakes, under the tutelage of an old guy who spoke with a thick, blustery accent. Oh yeah and I totally sucked at my job. I didn't know how to do anything very well and gave up easily. I was supposed to help him prepare two cakes for my ex-aunt (divorced from my uncle, and I'd just like to say that this person in real life is not as crazy as this dream makes her seem) because she and various other members of my family were coming for a reunion, even though they were only related through me, i.e. people from both my mom and my dad's family. Anyway, she wanted cakes to commemorate the death of her father, which she believed was at the hands of my grandfather (and I knew better) so my mom was like, "Really? You're going to do this?" But I guess I thought I had no choice. The first was several separate cakes in a light blue color, each with a little sign describing what I assume to be his more charming attributes, and one was a photo. I have to say that these came out much better than the drawing here.

The other was a roller coaster on top of a big orange sheet cake. No idea how that honored a geriatric homicide victim but that's what she wanted. I asked him how to make the pylons and he showed me how he dried what appeared to be a super long penne (about 1 ft) and bragged about how other bakeries only offered one size, but our pylons' diameter could be variable. I guess I was supposed to make more because the next day he was like "Where are they?" (I told you I was bad at cake decorating!)

Then somehow we transitioned to a Disney like place and they were building a new adventure themed roller coaster involving both Harry Potter and Indiana Jones. A ringer Harry Potter would get on the ride, then their seat would be ejected and later rejoin the ride while delivering "spells" for the excitement of the riders I guess. There was much debate over what the spells in the script should be. (I think I was arguing for Expelliarmus and Wingardium leviosa. I remember one chick saying "What about Accio wand?" and I was like "Duh, that's for bringing your wand to you. That won't work here!") My brother Chandler was one of the test stunt people, his job was to demonstrate the Indiana stunts swinging around on his whip keeping his hat on his head (I wish I had a picture of Chandler in his Indy hat to put right here! Yes, he actually has one.) and saving a chick who was tied up. He was particularly adept at these things so I was trying to get him hired on to be an actual actor/stunt man when the coaster was open to the public. Meanwhile, I met another cast member who knew a lot of the Kali people and we talked about them, particularly Eric and his crush on me. Finally, I got to do a test ride of the coaster (sitting next to "Harry") and I wanted to go again with one of the cast members so they could show me Hidden Mickeys and cool secrets but I didn't get a chance as my brother and I had to return to our Disney dorms. Over time (I believe) Chandler became violent and started terrorizing the hall and threatening to kill people. When I pointed out that they didn't deserve to die he asked if I would prefer that he kill his ex-girlfriend because she deserved it and I gave that an emphatic NO as well. I was trying to stop him, literally I was on his back. Then I awoke.

Also part of my dream was me getting more Regal gift cards and I thought "wow, I'll never have to pay for movies again."