One of my online writer friends posted something on Facebook yesterday. I responded to his post and he then responded to my comment, and the conversation went on. This morning I awoke to this dream:
As I was walking down the street to my home (not at all where I currently live), I noticed a large thin box, dimensions that might have been 2 feet wide by 7 feet tall and 7 feet deep. What drew my attention to the box was the man inside the box, standing inside it with pillows and blankets, calling out to me as I passed his box to enter my home. He was obviously living in the box.
I invited him to my home and he accepted.
Nothing weird about this dream, really. I probably would have invited him into my home anyway, and I didn’t think it was at all strange that he was living in a box. I know he has been homeless, so my imagination probably placed him in as comfortable a box as I could find for him.
But I found this dream both funny and comforting. Though I have never met him in person, I know I would feel comfortable in his presence.