Last night I had a dream that I walked across the hallway of my apartment and knocked on my neighbor’s door. When she answered, she was having a party. I asked her if she had my bottle of ketchup. She denied it. End of dream.
Sat up straight in bed, rushed over to the kitchen, threw open the door of the fridge and….whew..My ketchup is safe in my fridge. Okay, so maybe that last part about waking up startled isn’t quite accurate (aka – just part of my weird imagination). But I did dream that the lady may or may not have stolen my ketchup.
I think part of the dream had to do with the fact that I found my wreath on her door one time, and her yellow ribbon on my door. But to dream that she would be the first one I went to when my ketchup was stolen….I’ve got nothing for that reasoning. Nuthin.