At least it wasn’t people food this time. I was house-sitting with the responsibility of feeding two cats. Had been there for two days when a puppy appeared on the dryer – happy and healthy, and apparently brought luggage, because a bag of dog food also appeared on the shelf next to him. Not sure if he’d been there the whole time, but since he wasn’t starving, he must not have been… not to mention, how in the world do you keep a full-size puppy (about the size of a small cat) on a two foot square space for two days?
Then I was getting ready for church and couldn’t decide what to wear. Someone (not sure who) was urging me to wear the denim skirt I had on, despite the fact that it was patched, and the bright green thread I’d used to mend it was rather obvious. I finally gave in and went in search of my shoes, only to realize that I’d put on my green dress over it (one I wear to work a lot). I was in a quandary as to which shoes, and then took the dress off in favor of the mended denim. That’s when I woke up.
Eep. I think I know the interpretation of that dream, and in a way, even the puppy being healthy and happy despite my unintentional neglect (I hadn’t known he was there, I swear!) kinda ties into it – the old clothes, casual denim was my marriage which I gave up on (things happened – I had no choice at the time). The work dress was the career-woman I’ve become, but since it was on top of the denim, it’s a temporary thing that I’m about to take off…
With my ex-husband back in my life, and me struggling against the idea of going back to him, it makes sense. Add in the reminder I ran across on a message board about how Scripture never commanded us to marry the one we love, but to love the one we marry, and *sigh*.
It could be worse, I suppose. *sigh*.