This dream has been viewed 8192 times.My brother and his wife and I were down south, touring some city. While we're there, though, I fall into some kind of mental state where I'm unable to think clearly. My brother and his wife put me in the hosptial, but then have to rush back home.
So I'm there alone. It's miserable in the hospital; but to make matters worse, the insurance company discharges me while I'm still in this dazed state of mind and puts me out on the street. I don't even know how to go to an ATM machine to get cash.
A week or so goes by (how do we sense that long periods of time go by in a dream?...there's not even a fade-out or a fade-in like there'd be in a movie to let you know that had happened.,,yet it's clear when much time has gone by). I'm still wandering on the streets of this strange city, destitute.
By chance, I bump into my brother and his wife and an old friend of mine from college, Carol M. They look very uncomfortable on seeing me.
"We came back to finish enjoying our vacation here," my sister-in-law says, "because we didn't really get to enjoy it last time."
I'm about to tell them I need help, but it looks like that's exactly what they don't want to hear. And my brother gives me a look like, *You're on your own, brother, we can't take time away from our high-society social life, with all our high-caliber friends, to assist you.*
The odd thing in this dream, too, is that this Carol M., in real life, was a very basic sort of person who didn't try to make friends in high places...besides being my friend back then, not theirs.
"Well, I'd better let you go," I say in a hurt tone of voice and look down. They quickly leave.
Feeling very wounded, I wander until I come to outdoor restaurant that has, out in front of it, whitewashed boards supported on mud bricks with sandwiches and cactus plants on them. It's called the Mesquite (something). The old woman who runs it sees me (she's sweeping), and comes over and asks if I'm hungry.
I take a soft dough sandwich on one of the boards with some kind of spicy bean filling, and can actually taste it in the dream. It's delicious.
"Can I work here for a while?" I ask. "I can sweep for you."
She says I can, and suddenly I feel safe. I notice there are paintings of the desert around, too, in pretty pastel tones. I suddenly feel very relieved to be here, and in such a calming atmosphere.
I wake up thinking my brother and his wife would never do that to me. But it is true, I have felt a little used by them lately, because their little kids are always yelling so loud I never get to tell them of all the tough things going on in my life...and then they're off, with their friends for the evening.