My dreams involve baked goods
I took a nap this afternoon and had dream about a Cinnabon. In my dream, Cinnabon was like a stand-alone fast food restaurant with tables. It was decorated in that sort of light wood and brass style of a TGI Friday's, or similar.
While I was there I noticed signs that it was sort of a born-again Christian organization, and all the decor was references to the bible. I also got the vibe that all the employees had to be part of a "good values" type program. There were signs everywhere like "Number 5: work with integrity!" It didn't seem particular negative, so in the dream I was just like, huh, I didn't know Cinnabon was run like this.
In my dream, everything in the shop was fully premade and portioned. I watched a worker open a package that contained dough for exactly a dozen buns and another with just enough glaze for the buns. Somehow, the worker knew that I was a baker, and she started telling me how their system was better. Than in a regular bake shop, mistakes could be made, but at Cinnabon they would always have a perfect product. I didn't feel like arguing that as a trained baker, I was capable of baking with consistency and didn't need everything premade for me. I could tell that she as about to try selling me on their system, and I just wasn't in the mood.
And then, for some strange reason, I grabbed a towel and started cleaning surfaces, even though I didn't work there. I figured if I was going to chat with an employee, I should do some work, too.
While I was there I noticed signs that it was sort of a born-again Christian organization, and all the decor was references to the bible. I also got the vibe that all the employees had to be part of a "good values" type program. There were signs everywhere like "Number 5: work with integrity!" It didn't seem particular negative, so in the dream I was just like, huh, I didn't know Cinnabon was run like this.
In my dream, everything in the shop was fully premade and portioned. I watched a worker open a package that contained dough for exactly a dozen buns and another with just enough glaze for the buns. Somehow, the worker knew that I was a baker, and she started telling me how their system was better. Than in a regular bake shop, mistakes could be made, but at Cinnabon they would always have a perfect product. I didn't feel like arguing that as a trained baker, I was capable of baking with consistency and didn't need everything premade for me. I could tell that she as about to try selling me on their system, and I just wasn't in the mood.
And then, for some strange reason, I grabbed a towel and started cleaning surfaces, even though I didn't work there. I figured if I was going to chat with an employee, I should do some work, too.