These last couple of nights I have been having dreams of an odd nature. Not only am I able to recall them when I awake, but they are that kind of realistic dream that sticks with you for awhile. You are aware of the heaviness that it imprints on your consciousness emotionally. I feel kind of nostalgic, and sad.
In both of them I was on a road trip that suddenly landed me at my parent's house. Their home in real life is a few hours away, so you would not just stumble on it by accident, and decide to stop in, but in my dream that is what happened. I felt kinda lost, and not sure where to go, and what to do.
In the first dream I was in my old room going through my closet, cleaning out clothes. I was surprised at how much still fit. What I was stuck on, was what was still in style. I kept second-guessing my keep, and throw out piles. I would try them on, and wonder to myself "Does this still work?" "Is this in style?" I couldn't always decide what was still in style, or not, so I began imploring my husband's opinion. He told me it wasn't his choice. I'd have to decide for myself.
In my dream, I felt very oppressed,