The dream I awoke out of this morning involved all of my siblings deciding to bake variuos kinds of bread, and after a few hours of this, my deciding to join the fun. I decided to try to make a loaf flavoured with vegetable broth. When I'd mixed all the ingredients it looked like way too much dough, but in the course of kneading, it shrank down to the size of a pea, which I set in the bottom of a large bowl behind a television set -- someone else's suggested location -- to rise. (And that's the point at which I woke up.)
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I recall the time a housemate made bread and left what looked like Plenty Of Room in a large bowl for the dough to rise, and tucked it in the microwave (not running, just as a convenient place to stash it). When she opened the door to check it later, it had overflowed its bowl and started spilling out onto the counter, looking ever so much like a baby attack-blob-from-outer-space coming for her.