I dreamed that I was staying at a friend's house while her family was gone and I decided to bake some bread as a thank you. As I was kneading the bread, I realized that it was pulling the diamonds out of my ring! Not the center stone, but the stones along the band. So I freaked out and started digging through the uncooked loaf, pulling out the diamonds and stacking them up. The stack of them was huge, probably about 200, and the backs of them were green and black.
[For the record, I know diamonds don't have backs, and if they do, they shouldn't be otherwise colored. It's a dream, folks, let it go.]
So I dug them all out and had my pile. I began digging through phone books to figure out where I could take the stones to get them reset into the band, which looked so pitiful with its little empty spots. Someplace reputable, I thought, not a place that might steal them. Bromberg's!
Bromberg's is a great local Birmingham fine-jewelry store, so I began flipping through the stack of phone books, all those useless "yellow pages" books where nothing is in alphabetical order, but rather in categories, only there was no category for Jewelry or Gem.
The cleaning people showed up and I put them to work looking through the phone books. Then my dad came in and was trying to make me feel better when the cleaning people yelled that they found the number!
I grabbed the number, which was mixed in with a bunch of other numbers, and began dialing.
"Hey baby," B said.
Eeek! I'd autodialed B by mistake. "Haha, hi honey! Um, can I call you right back?" I asked.
"Um, sure," he said.
Safe! Called Bromberg's and realized I only had 30 minutes left (because they close at 6 on Sunday) to get there, so I dashed outside, naked, running to my car to get there on time.
I look up on the porch and see Z sitting on the front porch in a rocking chair, laughing.
"Now this," she said to my friend whose house it was, "is why I called you over here. Hilarious!"
...I've heard that when people dream their teeth are falling out, it means they've got anxiety. What does that mean for me? No more bread baking, that's for sure.