Dream #1
I was on a hill in a suburban neighborhood, looking down on a high school field and building as if from about half a mile away. It was a bright and hot day. I was walking down the hill.
I heard my mom's voice as if I were remembering a conversation with her. My mom spoke about my brother-in-law and how the first time around he had tried to get a girl pregnant when he wasn't even out of high school. But now he and the girl were out of high school and he had gotten the girl pregnant. My mom said that the timing was accidental, but it looked responsible. At least this time he hadn't screwed up and gotten some girl pregnant before they were out of high school.
I was now down and away from the hill, walking through residential streets. I turned onto "my mom's block." My mom's house was at the end of the road and at the corner of an "L" in the road.
As I walked up to my mom's house, I thought, Why should my mom think this whole situation is positive? Isn't my brother-in-law married to my sister? Why is he getting some other girl pregnant?
My mom opened the screen door and stood in the doorway as I approached. My mom looked weird. She was taller and skinnier than normal. Her body looked mannish, even fake. Her face looked like a man's version of her face. She wore a wig to make her hair look like her mother's hair (which, in waking life, is occasionally a wig). But the wig was all messy. She wore a white pant-suit with a purple undershirt and possibly a gold necklace.
I was here to watch the house while my mother went out to some event like a wedding or a meeting. My mom may now have been gone.
I heard my mom's voice in my head again, like a remembered conversation. My mom was now talking about how I didn't have to worry about my brother's (not brother-in-law's) girlfriend ever stopping by. But if my brother's girlfriend ever did stop by, all I had to do was not answer the door.
I was inside the house. It was dark. It was probably nighttime. The living room was full of stuff. The TV was on. The curtains over the front window were gauzy and thin.
I was trying to find a place to hide. I didn't want my brother's girlfriend to see me at all. She might have been violent, but she was at least sneaky enough to get into people's lives and mess things up pretty bad. I wondered now why I had chosen to watch this house in the first place.
Dream #2
I lay on a bed in a somewhat clean apartment on a high up floor looking out at a city skyline. It was a grey day. I spoke on the phone with a senior co-worker, RS, who was also in the apartment, sitting facing a wall, so that his back was to me.
I was talking about getting into or out of a certain stock. RS was speaking to me like I was a client. I hoped I wouldn't be embarrassed by him discovering that I was just an Administrative Assistant.
I hung up the phone and got out of bed. RS was still working and talking on the phone like he was in an office somewhere while also being here. I walked around the bed in girls' underwear and a girls' shirt. I hoped I could get dressed in guy's clothes before R turned around and noticed me.
But now all over the floor were piles of girls' clothes that I had to pick up and put away before I could get changed. RS now asked me why I had these dirty clothes all over the place.
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