Dream Interpretation

[CellarDweller]

well, that's one heck of a dream

[Front-Ranger]

Another heck of one last night. I dreamed I moved into my ex's parent's house, a ramshackle place nothing like their actual house. My flatmates were my first husband (!) who I haven't even heard from for years and a young woman who might have been my daughter or sister. We were all hanging out in a cluttered great room and, since it was 7 pm, I jumped up and volunteered to rustle up dinner. But after rummaging through 3 or 4 fridges that were on the property, I decided I would have to go to a grocery store. I was cheerful about the whole thing although my stomach was beginning to rumble with hunger. The other two people were rather lethargic and saying "whatever" a lot.

[CellarDweller]

3 to 4 fridges and you still couldn't make something for dinner?   Sounds really odd!

[Front-Ranger]

That's what I thought too! In many of my dreams, I'm in a place that was vacated by others and I'm always going through their leftover stuff. I start feeling like an anthropologist, piecing together the lives and culture of long-gone people. It's a real phenomenon that people up and leave (or up and die) leaving a large stack of stuff. Somehow I seem to have been appointed to deal with a lot of this stuff. In my dream, I kept rummaging through all these fridges thinking, there has to be something here I can actually turn into meals. But, no. One refrigerator seemed to be set aside just for frozen pastries and novelties. I thought that was strange. I'm not an eater of such things, although I do keep ice cream for my grandchildren. But they visit so rarely that it gets stale and I just throw it in the sink.

[CellarDweller]

I had a strange one last night, but I can barely remember it.   I had something to do with me being at someone's house.  I had no idea who these people were, but yet I knew them in the dream, and for some reason they were doing my laundry.

I can't remember the story, but I remember lunch was supposed to be sandwiches, but pizza showed up, and there was an Asian woman with a cat, bathing him,  and my friends Mike and Cor showed up having just returned from vacation.

[Jeff Wrangler]

I had a strange one last night, but I can barely remember it.   I had something to do with me being at someone's house.  I had no idea who these people were, but yet I knew them in the dream, and for some reason they were doing my laundry.

I can't remember the story, but I remember lunch was supposed to be sandwiches, but pizza showed up, and there was an Asian woman with a cat, bathing him,  and my friends Mike and Cor showed up having just returned from vacation.

  I hope they didn't put too much starch in your shirt collars. 

[Front-Ranger]

hahaha!

I know what my dreams are telling me. . . I have too many people in my life. It's unsustainable. But when I try to think about where I can pare down, I can't find any group that I'm willing to separate from. Certainly not, my BetterMost family! You guys sustain me and lift me up. You add sparkle to my life!

[CellarDweller]

[Jeff Wrangler]

Did somebody open a tube of glitter again? 

[CellarDweller]

You've been glitter bombed!