Last night’s dream is a bit hazy in my mind, but I remember certain elements of it. First there was some complicated driving of an SUV over rough terrain to find the right place to park outside a half-ruined mall (huge like the local mall, but the local mall is thriving rather than ruined). Then I ran into my step-brother Doug in the middle of the mall (odd since he lives over 1600 miles away in reality). He was joyously exclaiming about the birth of a new baby–his wife was in a hospital attached to the mall. He showed me the baby and then put it down. We were chatting away when we realized the baby was missing. It had actually crawled away (pretty darn impressive in a newborn, I know) and we had to dodge between other mall-goers and grab the baby. Another guy tried to grab it at the same time and then he looked at us like we were baby-snatchers. I assured him that Doug was the Daddy and a very good Daddy even though the kid got away from him, because after all, who expects a newborn to get away?
Then, as often happens in the middle of a dream, my subconscious remembered that I also have children, and there they were. However, by now there was a terrorist scare in the mall and I had to take my kids and run to the house. Now our house was just across the street, but it was pouring rain, so it was no easy feat to get the boys there quickly. Then I had to go around closing doors and windows, because of both rain and terrorists roaming the streets. Of course (as always happens in these locking down the house dreams) I had plenty of struggles getting things locked properly.
I mentioned in a previous post the theory I once heard that when you dream of a house it represents your inner self (need to look that up again). Well, a common theme of my house dreams is this inability to lock it down from outside threats. I’m not sure what this means about my inner self, but maybe I have some weird paranoia going on or something.
