Very dim recall of last night's dream - I am told by someone that either a family will be moving in with me, or I must move in with a family. Instead of this being a happy experience as in yesterday's dream, we are all jammed into one small apartment, the children having beds, the adults having to sleep on the floor. The poverty is appalling. Another woman joins us - she's with social services and is trying to teach the family how to manage on the meager allowance they're given. At this point I become aware that I am assisting her. She is not having much success, and is very frustrated by the limitations placed upon her.
I suddenly remember that I really live somewhere else, and know that I have food and supplies in my real apartment. I tell the social worker that I can get some hamburger, potatoes and vegetables from there and cook a good meal here. I try and be quiet as I say it but in the crowded place like this, I am overheard by the grandfather who was lying down on the couch. He immediately sits up, a small child materializes before me, and I'm suddenly overwhelmed by all the begging eyes shining at the thought of such a feast. With more frustration, the social worker tells me this is against the rules, but now it's too late. I say loudly I will be back soon with food.
It feels like I have upset the status quo.
It feels wonderful...
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