Dream About Comfortable Cluttered Hiding And Love

I was in a house with two children, one of which appeared to be my friend Remy but around age 12, and a young Asian boy that could be her brother, age 9 or so. The house had lots of fun silly decor and Remy and the boy (no name but I’ll call him Sam) shared a room. Their room was kind of cluttered and had clothes but I didn’t mind the mess at all. The mess felt comfortable to me. U.S. three were waiting for some known threat to attack us, but we felt incredibly lighthearted about it. We got into particular positions to hide and defend ourselves once the attackers came. A black man told me the safest place was to be partway in the closet, so I got out of my bed in my room and evaluated what I should sleep on in the closet. There was also a small bathroom door I thought Remy and Sam might use for the same reason, a door to be partway out of as a “strategy.” I also dreamed that Simon owed $10,000 to US Social Security because it wasn’t being taken out of his paychecks automatically, and the situation was completely not his fault. This part of the dream went on and on and included a lot of people reacting and helping. Simon also didn’t know the laws of the country or what to do, because he’s a German citizen. I recall texting him that Americans were outraged and on his side, and I recall being around authority figures who felt sympathetic to his situation but explained what his trouble was. At one point I was in a car driven by Callie from Grey’s anatomy, who was combined with my co-worker Caitlin, and she had on a black fur coat and a black fur hat. She was trying to transport a piano as she needed it for an audition but there was some inconvenience or issues doing that. We were driving in NYC and there was a lot of snow but the sun was bright out. She decided to stop for coffee, which I wanted as well, and she had some trouble parking with some awkwardly parked cars in the snow but she made it work. Later I watched a reel from the 1960s about a romance between America—the country but represented as a beautiful white woman with blonde-brown hair bumped at the top and curled at the ends—and two men. One man was Bryce Foster-Langsam, a very young-looking British (?) actor. The other I don’t recall any details about, but they got in suggestive positions with America and she was prancing around and flirting, all sexy. They ran around a big bathroom that appeared to be on a cruise ship and at night—she ran from place to place in yellow tulle off-the-shoulder babydoll dresses and pink lingerie, she was irresistible and constantly moving. I often saw her back and sides. Bryce was stunned and totally focused on her. There was significance to these being actors and appearing in the dream as a reel/on screen. This all had to do with me, and the country of America, seducing Simon. I recall making comments to the audience, Remy and Sam, while curled up in a blanket on a sofa myself. I was sighing about having a lover, and how I can’t or shouldn’t call it that anymore. I’m not sure what I was saying really, but it was about a lover. I wasn’t feeling particularly good or bad about that. Remy or Sam said you can keep calling “him” your lover (I guess Simon) because it’s still true. And I said “I guess.” I felt lukewarm about that. Back in Remy and Sam’s room, their room was really two rooms and I went towards the back near a bathroom, which I used. Propped next to the toilet was an open bag of an unfamiliar but enticing snack, so I tried some and then used the toilet. Nearby I got on the computer to play a game, a bright blue screen with red text. Sam came in at one point looking for something, and I asked if he wanted to play, but he said no. I was prepared to leave the game completely and let him play alone had he said yes. At a couple points Cass, Conrad’s wife, was tending to plants and some guy identified her as a green thumb, and that the plants always “want her.” They didn’t want me and I was fine with that, I wondered if Conrad knew Cass was a green thumb and I thought he should be very proud of her for that. Cass was good with plants like Conrad was good with animals, and that sounded like a perfect match to me. I remember admiring Cass as she worked with plants in a white room on a white table. She seemed very relaxed and held herbs and potted plants. I figure this had to do with admiring a committed partnership like theirs, which I don’t have with Simon. Overall this was a cluttered, odd dream but I felt comfortable and accepting even at the tough parts. I felt neutral or positive about everything I saw.