Fur Coat and... Oh Nuts!
On 10th October 2017 I awoke to twin dreams, however I’m not sure if they are related to each other or separate entities. As yet I have no impressions/interpretation of either. Insight welcome.
Part 1: Fur Coat...
In this part my wife and I were ‘occupying’ the house where I spent 13 years of my childhood and adolescence (to be referred to as 295 LR). The place was very run down and shabby both inside and out, not at all like it was when I lived there.
Inside was cluttered and stacked up with cardboard (packing) boxes, the paint and wall paper was peeling, the place was cold, damp and I suspect smelly due to this (as my olfactory sense does not operate in dreams, it’s not great at the best of times).
Outside the brickwork and tiles were in a poor state of repair, crumbling, black and dirty. The whole of the front bay window and brickwork beneath it were missing and covered by a large canvas or tarpaulin like curtain that you had to pull back to one side to gain access. (I did not try to use the main entrance/door on the side of the house as I suspect it was in some way broken).
There were various people milling around on the street out front who I took to be tradesmen touting for business. However, I paid them very little attention as I’m just not interested in fixing up ‘money pits’ even those with sentimental attachments.
However, I did speak with one well dressed blonde lady (perhaps in her early 50s) who could have been the landlady or letting agent as I do not get the impression that we owned the place. I explained to her that I felt that the driveway and front garden could both do with ripping up and replacing, which considering the state of the rest of the property amounted to ‘all fur coat and no knickers!’
all fur coat and no knickers - Wiktionary
She then walked with me up to the front of the house where the bay window should have been and we both entered by pulling the ‘curtain’ back to find my wife sat on the floor in the middle of the front room surrounded on all sides by boxes.
End of Part 1:
Part 2: Oh nuts!
I’m not certain about the location of this part of the dream, however it could have been the back yard of the same property (295 LR) as I vaguely recall walking through the kitchen to the back of the house; however that could have just been a ‘subconscious conduit’ to get me to this part of the dream.
Grandparents (who do not live at 295 LR) were sat at a table out in the back yard shelling soaked butter beans to make Bonbon piment and my wife may (or may not) have been sat at the same table opposite them.
Bonbon piment — Wikipédia
On the table in front of Mamie (Grandma) was a half eaten sandwich with a brown filling. On closer inspection I realised that this was peanut butter. She looked at me and said “It’s mine!” in a sort of defensive manner.
I immediately looked for Daniel (my 3rd son) who was sat at the far end of the table with a similar sandwich in front of him (possibly the other half) and I instinctively knew that he had eaten some of it.
His breathing was shallow and he looked pale and somehow 2 or 3 years younger than he actually is (7). He was unable to talk or respond to me but was still conscious, I asked my wife to go and get the epipens (plural) and when she returned I attempted to administer the first one but could not get it to pierce his trousers (pants in the USA).
It was as though they were made of glass or toughened plastic (and they may also have been transparent) so I started to take them off him so that I could jab him in the thigh with the epipen, he started squirming in anticipation of this. I recall thinking at the time that I would need another epipen (maybe even more) as I jabbed him with the first one.
The dream then ended and I have no sense of the outcome i.e. whether Dan lived or died. I do not recall myself or anyone contacting the emergency services (as is protocol) during my dream.
On 10th October 2017 I awoke to twin dreams, however I’m not sure if they are related to each other or separate entities. As yet I have no impressions/interpretation of either. Insight welcome.
Part 1: Fur Coat...
In this part my wife and I were ‘occupying’ the house where I spent 13 years of my childhood and adolescence (to be referred to as 295 LR). The place was very run down and shabby both inside and out, not at all like it was when I lived there.
Inside was cluttered and stacked up with cardboard (packing) boxes, the paint and wall paper was peeling, the place was cold, damp and I suspect smelly due to this (as my olfactory sense does not operate in dreams, it’s not great at the best of times).
Outside the brickwork and tiles were in a poor state of repair, crumbling, black and dirty. The whole of the front bay window and brickwork beneath it were missing and covered by a large canvas or tarpaulin like curtain that you had to pull back to one side to gain access. (I did not try to use the main entrance/door on the side of the house as I suspect it was in some way broken).
There were various people milling around on the street out front who I took to be tradesmen touting for business. However, I paid them very little attention as I’m just not interested in fixing up ‘money pits’ even those with sentimental attachments.
However, I did speak with one well dressed blonde lady (perhaps in her early 50s) who could have been the landlady or letting agent as I do not get the impression that we owned the place. I explained to her that I felt that the driveway and front garden could both do with ripping up and replacing, which considering the state of the rest of the property amounted to ‘all fur coat and no knickers!’
all fur coat and no knickers - Wiktionary
She then walked with me up to the front of the house where the bay window should have been and we both entered by pulling the ‘curtain’ back to find my wife sat on the floor in the middle of the front room surrounded on all sides by boxes.
End of Part 1:
Part 2: Oh nuts!
I’m not certain about the location of this part of the dream, however it could have been the back yard of the same property (295 LR) as I vaguely recall walking through the kitchen to the back of the house; however that could have just been a ‘subconscious conduit’ to get me to this part of the dream.
Grandparents (who do not live at 295 LR) were sat at a table out in the back yard shelling soaked butter beans to make Bonbon piment and my wife may (or may not) have been sat at the same table opposite them.
Bonbon piment — Wikipédia
On the table in front of Mamie (Grandma) was a half eaten sandwich with a brown filling. On closer inspection I realised that this was peanut butter. She looked at me and said “It’s mine!” in a sort of defensive manner.
I immediately looked for Daniel (my 3rd son) who was sat at the far end of the table with a similar sandwich in front of him (possibly the other half) and I instinctively knew that he had eaten some of it.
His breathing was shallow and he looked pale and somehow 2 or 3 years younger than he actually is (7). He was unable to talk or respond to me but was still conscious, I asked my wife to go and get the epipens (plural) and when she returned I attempted to administer the first one but could not get it to pierce his trousers (pants in the USA).
It was as though they were made of glass or toughened plastic (and they may also have been transparent) so I started to take them off him so that I could jab him in the thigh with the epipen, he started squirming in anticipation of this. I recall thinking at the time that I would need another epipen (maybe even more) as I jabbed him with the first one.
The dream then ended and I have no sense of the outcome i.e. whether Dan lived or died. I do not recall myself or anyone contacting the emergency services (as is protocol) during my dream.
