Glad they’ve gone.
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I am sat in the passenger seat of a car being driven by my Mum she is traveling along the streets close to where we lived in my early teens, I can see that she is going to pull up outside the house of a childhood friend in order to go and speak with his parents as she seems to need something.(This boy fell out with me for personal reasons).
I really don’t want to be doing this but I don’t really have any control as it is my mother who is wanting to go back to the house, I feel a terrible dread as if I’m being taken back to somewhere I really don’t want to go.
I decide to stay in the car whilst my Mum goes over to the door to make her enquiry, looking out of the car window I can see that the old friend’s house has been transformed into a romantic looking English cottage with roses growing up trellises near the front door.
It soon becomes clear to me that the family of the boy I knew has moved away from the house a long long time ago, somebody else has bought the property and turned it into a small cozy Bed & Breakfast hotel. I’m really glad that the boy and his family aren’t there anymore, the new B&B looks quite nice and I can imagine that the garden at the rear must be very pleasant judging by the front of the property.
My Mum comes back to the car she looks a little puzzled as she was expecting to find the family still living there, I talk to my Mum and tell her that its all in the past now and its better that way (Implying that she doesn’t need to track them down).
We go for a walk along the street where I see two dragonflies* copulating on a plant in a garden, the creatures have huge mandibles and I imagine that a bite from one of them would be incredibly painful.
My Mum and I enter into a bungalow a few houses down from where our house used to be in reality. The house is a real shambles and messy inside I gather that this property actually belongs to me (and my wife as well it seems) the house is a kind of second property we have which we can come and stay in a bit like a sort of holiday home.
The bungalow hasn’t been visited for ages hence the muddles and mess its not particularly dirty just neglected with stacks of mail shoved through the letter box and spilling out all over the floor, its as if it was left just as it was the last time we visited without any upkeep with plates of food left lying out etc.
I sit down with my Mum and we both look at some old photographs together they are all of me when I was much younger as a baby and a toddler, I feel strange looking at these pictures with my Mum, there is a strong and strange atmosphere between the two of us that is difficult to put into words.
I look down and see a cage with two tortoises inside they have been neglected since the last time we visited, they are both covered in thick mud so I decide to give them a wash, tidy their house and give them some food.
My Mum speaks and tells me that tortoises like to eat lemons, (a part of me thinks that this surely can’t be right and that no such creature would benefit from eating such an acidic fruit?). Regardless of my doubts which lie under the surface I look for a lemon and happen to find one in a cardboard box full of junk.
The lemon is very squishy and not at all firm it too has been left her for so long that it has gone off, my Mum gesticulates for the lemon so I pass it to her. She takes the sour fruit and twists the soft top off it as if it were a lid, she can see that the fruit is bad and seems to reflect that it won’t be good for the tortoises after all.
She then asks me for a banana, I assume it’s for the tortoises to eat but I also get the feeling that she wants to insert the banana into the open lemon for some reason (something about this act strikes me as being sexual).
A man then comes into the property with a clipboard under his arm he doesn’t knock and seems to have the right to do this. He looks like some kind of housing agent coming to check up on the property, its condition and how it is being looked after. I feel embarrassed and ashamed by the mess and apologize to the man, surprisingly he tells me not to worry with a gentle smile “It’s not that bad”.
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*The part of the dream where I saw the dragonflies was really quite funny as last night whilst I was lying in bed I was reading a dream dictionary the last definition that I glanced at was for “dragonfly”, it was pretty random too as I hadn’t looked for that symbol expressly.