I dreamed I was walking on a beach, the same one I really did walk on yesterday. But I think I was a black woman wearing a gold dress, and I was invited to a wedding and there was stuff about fashion.
I had a dream from a secret agent’s perspective, in which I went to my boss’s office, and it was a huge, dark room in which you couldn’t see the walls, just the tall desk where she sat or stood and a podium facing her. Another was there, and he was very unpleasant and hostile, and the boss said with his personality he was unsuited for this case, and she wanted me to take it. I met a couple of white women who were psychologically traumatized; maybe I was saving them from their abductor. One had shoulder-length blond hair and was in her 30s or 40s.
Earlier, I dreamed something more interesting than the secret agent dream, but when I woke from that dream Gabriel was purring and head-butting me, and I didn’t have the heart to shift positions in order to reach over and grab my glasses and phone in order to write about the dream; I probably would have disturbed Gabriel in the process, and he would have jumped off the bed. Instead, I petted him…and fell back to sleep before having the secret agent dream.
A few nights ago, I dreamed I was at my parents’ house and they were both alive and in the other room, while I was in my old bedroom and going through my closet in a search for something to wear. Unlike in many dreams, the dream version of the house looked just like it did in this reality. I kept finding stuff I wore as a teenager, especially skirts made of double knit, and I made a huge double-knit pile on my bed (to get rid of, of course). I had a pile of other clothing, probably cotton blouses I made as a teen. I found a black late Victorian-style jacket I made in my 30s, which I still have.
I read that dreaming that you’re having trouble deciding what to wear means you are looking for a new identity.
S. E. Wigget 