Had another crazy dream last night - I only had cheese and crackers for dinner, though. Apparently cheese is the culprit...?
I dreamed, once again, that I was in our old house (This house appears in my dreams a LOT. It's the only house I've lived in that I continue to dream about). Instead of helping my family move out, however, Kathy Bates (who looks remarkably like the worst harp teacher I had) was getting rid of my (and my sister's) stuff and re-arranging the house to her liking (even though she wasn't using every room). She moved our stuff around, got rid of some of our stuff, and brought in new things.
I was upstairs for the entire dream, in my brothers' old bedroom and the loft. I walked into their room and saw two dolls dancing. I let them know I had caught them (I've always imagined dolls coming to life behind my back/at night) and handed them another doll (a baby one) that needed repairs. They cleaned it up and while I was looking through boxes of things, a tiny, cuddly badger came into the room and jumped around, happy to see me. I baby-talked at it while it snuggled my cheek, and it was the CUTEST THING.
...and that's about all I remember.
When I really start to think about it, I see a lot of meanings coming together for this dream. I'm slowly untangling all the threads, ever hopeful that what it all means is that I'm moving on. Becoming more stable, becoming better, more positive, and strong.
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