The Cake

Wowee; fireworks,streamers, balloons, and candles, paper chains, poppers and pressies, happy hats, having hope and holding time up to a circle of tiny flames. Last night I dreamed of cake. I'm 100 percent sure there is someone out there who has a Birthday today. Life is more certain I think than unclear, although it's been argued not to be so, by some. In fact, sometimes there's so many certainties we also start to long for surprises. Perhaps It's why we have Birthdays. The certainty of knowing once a year, celebration incurs and the surprise associated with gifts or new ways to experience a milestone, seems to bring together what would otherwise exist as a tension. If you have a Birthday today, Happy Birthday. The dream was not so much about certainty. Dreams rarely are. You never can tell what you might dream next. It's one reason, a great reason, to get a good nights sleep. I've often found looking forward to dreaming brightly helps with not being able to sleep in the first place.
The cake in the dream was particularly incredible. If it so happen to be your Birthday, you could certainly imagine the reason for the dream was because of you. Let's just assume it was. If it's not your Birthday, stop reading and it's none of your business. If you're still reading, it's definitely quite clear you are very disobedient  and if I find out who you are, perhaps, just perhaps expect to be trampled by a herd of hungry canines furjazzled and ready to pounce.



I wouldn't be too sure of danger here, unless of course you should come by my own personal body guard....



...in which case, quite frankly, you're in for the fight of your life.

The cake was the cake of dreaming, of imagining and in imagining, it became the cake of anything you might wish for. I suppose you could say, it was a dream within a dream within a dream. I'd like to draw the cake for you and send on a slice but for now let me tell you the story.
When you imagine, technically everything is a new image and sensation that cannot be directly perceived through senses such as sight or hearing or smell or touch, but in the dream everything was about sensing quite literally.
The cake was being made when I came upon it's wonder. What a wonder for sure, for certain. It was being made by a great sculptor and two assistants with the same first initial. The Sculptors name was Olin Levi Warner. He was an American. But it was also being made by a boy. Olin was carving many beautiful shapes. They appeared to stand out but were still in fact connected to the inner sides of the cake. It was to represent the boys incredible mind and very different yet important imagination. On the top of the cake was a great fountain of chocolate and wishes with a decaf cappuccino on the side. The wishes were not so much ridiculous but achievable. There was a lady at the top who knew a boy who could fly. She often called out "Yo, take a good look at yourself, what a wonder, take a look at what you made." but only when they deserved it which was quite a lot. You might wonder if there were many levels and the answer is yes, but not always so I suppose you could say yo! Olin and his assistants were making the cake so that sometimes the boy might climb to the top and be first or that sometimes the cake would fold into itself and make one level for all to stand with him and sometimes, there was a ladder to climb down so that other's might get a chance to reach the top too. It was then that he needed to step back just for a time, a little while, because sometimes you have to do that for people, but no always.
There was a door you could open and inside was little Mister and little Ms Imagination. They were the boys allies, but it wasn't a war and it smelt not of trouble but time. And what does time smell like? It depends what you imagine. I imagined in my dream it was the smell of sweet candle wax burning, all cinnamon and scented spice but you can imagine what you will and I hope you do.
There was so much to imagine and in this imagination, at the centre in the middle he saw the word yes a lot and that was helpful. The centre took the boy to the top of the cake and out and up and high as a kite, but flying in again he could travel down low, left and right and all about and it was a place for fun and reflection.
There was taste testing. There were many chefs in fact. The boy was choosing ingredients, but he wasn't afraid to ask for help, neither was he afraid to choose at will sometimes too.
The smell was toasty, smokey, sweet and salty all at once, although, it was hard to get the exact blend but the boy kept on trying nevertheless.
This was a musical cake of course, musical and the inside walls flickered movie reels and pictures, words and stories and number problems and scientific investigations created by the boy. The more he made for the walls and the more stories he told the more cake there was for everyone and even if you didn't particularly like cake, this was different. This was a very different but incredible and beautiful cake because it was created by some beautiful hearts, the sculptor and his assistants, the chefs but most of all the Birthday boy.
What did it feel like? It wasn't always the same. Some days the rain was coloured sprinkles and life was gentle, life was all dreamy and sweet but sometimes people took too much cake and it felt like burnt cinnamon covering all the tries but the boy would then go to the centre again with his key and open the marriage of Mister and Ms imagination and the cake would recover and regenerate and guess what??? ...and then.....
It was even more INCREDIBLE :)
So if it's your birthday (or if its not you could always imagine it is), just remember, I'm wishing for you with my own imagination because when you wish for someone else, it has a habit of ending up back on your own plate, somehow, somewhere in the future.