I'm in the kitchen, and it's the middle of the night. I'm kneading a bowl of pasta dough on the bookcase when my mom comes in. I'm extremely ashamed.

"I'm sorry!" I say. I expect my mom to get frustrated with me and start yelling, but she doesn't.

"It's okay," she says quickly, as though surprised that I was so ashamed about it. And I wake up.

NOTES

• I'm generally ashamed at receiving money (dough). But people do knead, I mean need, money, and the dream is telling me that it's nothing to be ashamed of, and I'll need it for books (the bookcase).
• I'm also uneasy about being a physical being in general, and I'm sick of the world. I'm fourteen, but I've seen enough as is.
• Before I started trying to interpret this dream, I thought that my dreams were above puns. Not anymore!

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