Laurel Tree

dreams last night

I just had the weirdest dream. First thing I remember I’m in a department store looking for something, going through clothing racks (this store is a recurring dream). Then I’m going to a small town to watch people ice skate, children families. There was some sort of block party going on at a small convenience store, bbq, the like. I was wearing a pair of fireman’s chaps and a police shirt. Over that I was wearing a postal service jacket. I got out of my truck (I was driving a truck in my dream). It was dark and I stand around of table with a bunch of older redneck-like men. One says “God bless you”. I was a little confused as I took off my jacket and then I realized he was talking about my police uniform. I wanted to say “No I’m not a police officer” but as impersonating an officer is a crime and I didn’t want to be ostracized or found out as an intruder I just nodded. Then one man says “So what are you? A police officer, a postal worker or a fireman?” I went with fireman. I tried to explain this was just my dad’s uniform and my boyfriends jacket (or something like that).

Then I move scenes, still related because I’m wearing a postal service jacket, looking through shelves, baskets, cubby holes for my pencil tin of etching needles. The word church comes to mind even though it wasn’t a church in my dream. You know the duality of dreams. It is and it isn’t. I still could not find my tin. I have this sense of dread that I might not find it. This worries me. I find dreams as semi prophetic.

Back to the department store. Ikea? Container Store? I vaguely remember what it is supposed to be. White hangers with clothes are very prominent in my dream. Like they’re supposed to be for sale seperately. I’m looking for my mom but she’s not there. I’m also on the run. But the temptation of fabrics is pretty overwhelming.

Dreams are so strange