Dreams 12/20/2020

Urban wanderings. An impressions of an urban landscape, with parade activity, possible unpaved streets, and me conversing with some acquaintance (not a known, familiar person). I said some expression, then worried (perhaps in a morally scrupulous kind of way) that it was insensitive to black people. My acquaintance, herself white and young (possibly teen), scoffed at my anxiety/guilt forthwith.

There was a sense of Weirdness in some way — perhaps the sunlight was different? Or something(s) was going on in this urban area, a sense of Happenings?

We parted ways, as either a large wagon loaded with young, uniformed boys (boy scouts?) or maybe they were actually walking, came towards us from a side street (recall unclear), accompanied by a woman (looking Victorian/Edwardian?). Perhaps about to join the main thoroughfare parade?

I apparently then returned to what seemed to be my childhood home, though not identical in all respects. I seemed to be in a bedroom and saw there, reclining (perhaps in a reclining couch by a window?) a person who seemed to be a friend of mine from the state I used to live in for a decade...or in some way reminded me of her. She may have had a (Covid-era) mask on, and I may have fretted briefly that I may have not been wearing such a mask while out and about, in a 'had I brought the virus home?' way.

Looking out the window, I saw, instead of the snowball bush and lilac tree that's normally there, a blooming large bush/small tree whose blooms reminded me of bright pink magnolias, with that similar, waxy, thick look. I noted something to the effect that they normally bloom in the Spring, but here it was Fall (well, well into Winter here, with the recent Northeast snowstorm). In the dream, no snow on the ground yet. But again, that sense of 'abnormality/weirdness'.