An ex-lover bought my ex-husband's house. And invited me over, to help him do dishes. And I was barefoot.
This didn't really happen, of course, except when I was deep in a rapid-eye-movement slumber. According Maria Konnikova, in the NYTimes (read the complete article here), As your body sleeps, your brain is quite actively playing the part of
mental janitor: It’s clearing out all of the junk that has accumulated
as a result of your daily thinking.
In this particularly unsettling dream/nightmare, I can't help but wonder just what, upstairs, was getting scoured.
And now a glorious dawn sun has penetrated the omnipresent mist; and while I feel illuminated, in a bodily sense, my nighttime subconscious rompings have left my awake self feeling quite less than illuminated, and more than a bit betrayed by the midnight janitors of the brain.