The Eriks let me down, and the air still smels cake. What will happen to me?!

Not this shit again.

I woke up last week, sweaty and frightened, from a dream where I was blinded by some weird cake-smelling-flour-air-stuff, and I ended up giving up my possessions to a goldfish named Erik while other glodfishes were hunting me.

I think I may be dreaming again? Actually I don't really, like, know what is hapenning. The air smells cake again, as if someone was cooking some apple pie somewhere. I could follow the smell but I'm as blind as if I was trying to see through a wall. Well, I suppose that this will do since I don't really have a choice. I just hope those damn Eriks won't come again. Yeah I"m going to call them all Erik. So that if I die all of my belongings will be their. And this is stupid but hey, we're in a dream, come on. What. Could. Happen.

My actual self is safe in his bed, this is ok, just follow the pie's smell.
I can't reach anything. I wave hands around me like "hello anyone can see me, give me some help" but no answer. Even the Eriks let me down. I don't really now why but this is worrying to me. I'm a little bit concerned about them. Why? This is a dream. It's not supposed to be logical, you know...

Well, the fact is, I'm lost.

Oh wait, here is a light! I see... WELL I suppose this is a person carrying a lamp or something because I see a light right in front of my eyes. WHO IS CARRYING IT. Nobody's there. I can't touch them.

This. Is. GREAT. This pisses me off, this is so frustrating!

... thoses were the numbers of my alarm. I was fooled by this machine, again. And it's 4 A.M. Because I hate myself.

Can't go back to sleep. And I still don't own any goldfish.