Woke up this morning from a dream about a couple we were friends with (one of the friends who doesn’t speak to me anymore). I’m walking through their house, which looks nothing like their actual house, and everything is marked for a tag sale with prices on it. OK, that’s weird enough, but apparently they had also suddenly decided to have children (which doesn’t make any sense, since they’re in their fifties now, but when do these dreams ever make sense?) So they are playing with their kids, and my friend hands me the baby to admire. I take it, and – it’s a Barbie doll, still in the packaging. Confused, I “admire” it for a minute and then sert it down in a chair. And then I woke up.
Now these are friends who had suddenly become very materialistic after being pretty non-materialistic for most of the time we had known them – suddenly moving up to the big house, buying new cars and the big screen TV and all that. So in my head have I just associated them with this so strongly that it shows up in my dream?
And the baby – I have this image of this woman now, old and batty with her house full of cats, and dolls still in their packaging, calling them her “grandchildren!”
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