cake

I remember the end of the dream... my hair was horrible. The last person who covered for my hairdresser damaged it and I didn't feel like I could go out. My normal one was out for surgery. I went back into the salon hoping they could help me or cut it. I went in and they were milling about chatting. I think some event in the salon was going to happen. The women were the kind that are boisterous and laughed loud, but were sad and angry on the inside. The more sharp and loud their laugh, the more pain the were feeling. I thought I should first ask how my hairdresser was doing after surgery and I'm not sure I had an answer, but she was fine and then in the salon. I didn't feel like I could ask for my needs to be met because they seemed all busy with theirs. Due to her returning, they had a cake for her. It was a shallow sheet cake almost like a jelly roll pan and the frosting was designed in to squares with a dot of frosting in the middle of each. Easier to cut etc. As they left, I was eating the cake... first one piece, then two... then I realized I had a handful of pieces and it was noticeable. I'm not sure why I was eating it. I wanted to leave and I didn't care for cake so much. I heard someone walking up to the door and saying.. oh that "fill in name"  ... she has zero control over her eating. I felt stuck like I should hide the cake.