Dreams

During my two brief snippets of sleep last night (I call them “practice”), I had two dreams:

1. A friend came to visit unexpectedly and, as it turned out, our back fence had mysteriously disappeared. Also, we had a third person living in the house. Aha!, you say, but no: the third person living in the house was a friendly 25-year-old woman who had essentially broken into my previous house and befriended my neighbor and hadn’t left since.

2. Ms and I stopped off to visit a friend at an enormous Ikea built on top of a major international airport terminal on a Swedish island “on the way to England.” Our friend was the general manager, and he would torment his employees by taking two bags of ice (?) to the register, asking them to bring three more, and turn deciding to buy only four.

I think the symbolism in both is “OH GODS PLEASE LET ME SLEEP.”