Last night I dreamed that someone stole all my possessions, and I realized it was because I’d given someone my credit card. I lived in a big communal room with a bunch of other people, and all my possessions, including my bed, were contained in an armoire against a wall. Everyone else who lived in the room had an armoire, too. One day I came back to the room and realized that there was a gap where my armoire used to be, and that’s when I realized I’d used my credit card to pay for several things, and that one of the clerks who’d had access to my card must have somehow stolen my possessions. But I had no idea who. I felt guilty for having been so careless.
The cops showed up, and then I realized that my armoire had come back — whether because of the cops or in spite of them, I’m not sure. At any rate, all my possessions were still in the armoire… except for my wallet. I wasn’t sure whether to be happy or not.
That dream is brimming with potential for analysis. (Not that you asked, but) I’m guessing you are confused. About whether to be grateful for what you have, or whether that’s even the point. You go back and forth with your feelings about your life – kinda like your armoire appears and disappears. The armoire is “your life” – it’s everything you have.
And there’s more, but I don’t wanna bore ya.
Interesting, but you’re basing this on what you know about me, and keep in mind that all ya know about me is what I choose to reveal in my blog.
Very strange. Seriously. I once had a dream where everyone single lived in communal houses (like our’s today), with belongings kept in oversized cabinets.
There the similarity ends. My dream had people touching computers (instead of keyboards), and men stood at the table when eating their meals (yes, odd).
And no one stole my stuff (probably cause i’d kill them first ;-)
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I wonder if you can get one of those bed-containing armoires at Ikea.