You are obviously missing your mother Jeff. Even if it is subconciously. So your mind conjurerd her for you.
Tell you what, I'm sure that's true--because it's always true.
I suspect, however, that there is another meaning, here, that my mother providing me with another blanket may symbolize ("comfort"? "needing comfort"?) something else. Another interesting thing about this dream, too, is that I didn't actually "see" my mother. I remember turning my head slightly to look up at her (I habitually sleep on my right side, so I would have had to turn my head to look up), and what I "saw" was actually like a shadow or a silhouette of my mother--but I know it was Mother because I'd recognize that silhouette anywhere.
This is certainly being an odd week for me in terms of dreams. We are told that we all dream all the time, and the question is whether or not we remember our dreams, and ordinarily I can go for months on months (sometimes it seems like years on years) without remembering my dreams. Last night, though, I had another weird sequence of dreams that I remember.
I was back in my old boyhood bedroom. My dad was seated at the desk in the corner of the room, doing some sort of paperwork. I was going through drawers in the furniture, obviously looking for something--but what?--and I found a small box that seemed to be made of cardboard with an embossed design in red and silver--decorated for Christmas. In the box I found Hershey Kisses!
I ate one of them, and then I gave one to my dad. Dad ate it and then announced that the chocolate had gone stale, so the candy should just be thrown out. I did this. Then I remember seeing Mother come into the room. And then I remember seeing the backpatch insignia of my leather club lying on top of the chest of drawers, and being made uncomfortable by that fact.
Oh, yes, in this dream I was wearing pajamas.
(NB: At the present time, I have a backpatch lying on top of a bookcase in my bedroom; I need to get it sewn on a new vest.)
The next dream I remember, I seem to be in a clothing shop--or some place similar--with two large racks, one above the other, of what should be men's sportcoats--except that in this case they were period-style doublets and jerkins such as I might wear to a Renaissance faire or an SCA medieval reenactment event, and I was trying to find one that I liked that fit me! I don't remember whether I succeeded!
(NB: This dream might perhaps be related to a current event in our local SCA reenactment group. I never go to group meetings--they're too inconvenient--but at tonight's meeting there is to be a "vote of confidence" to extend the term of office of our current baron and baroness. From all accounts they are doing a fine job, and I have every confidence that they will be granted the extension. I had thought about putting together an "absentee ballot" to have a friend take to the meeting for me, but the meeting and the vote came up too quickly and the time got away from me, so this isn't happening. So I could be feeling some guilt about this--though what "guilt" might have to do with searching for a new doublet is beyond my ken!
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