Terrible Cookie

Here I am for my periodic dream-sharing. Thank you for being here.

I had a dream I still had the keys to the apartment of an estranged friend. I felt she had given me more than I had given her. After years, I let myself into her apartment to bake her a giant cookie. I wanted it to be in the shape of something that would somehow communicate my love and gratitude and make up for years of neglect, but I couldn't think of anything. Also, I forgot to bring sugar. So I left a shapeless dough on a cookie sheet and went for a walk, to buy sugar and try to think of the perfect shape for a making-amends cookie. When I came back to the apartment, my friend was there. She had found and baked the sugarless, shapeless dough while I was out walking. She said, "Your cookie was terrible."