If having a nightmare about being unable to fast on Yom Kippur wasn’t bad enough, last night I had a nightmare about the challahs I have committed to baking for Rosh Hashanah. The simple, but impossible task. All night I kept making mistake after mistake and could not finish the challah.
I forgot to put eggs in the batter. I set a dishtowel on fire on the stove. My challah wasn’t rising, so I hollowed out another person’s challah and put my dough inside of their challah. There was also an element of Alcatraz, being in New Mexico, losing my cat, seeing the Skinners. But it was mainly my sudden inability to bake a loaf of challah.
I realize that my nightmares about High Holidays aren’t that exciting, but they are better than me worrying that Spidey won’t survice his Dental tomorrow. I’m sure he’ll be fine, he’s young and healthy (except for his gums.) He’ll be fine. Then maybe I’ll go to Tango class on Thursday?