Dirty Laundry

I dreamt last night that “young and divorced” was a place. A real place that you can walk into and feel and touch things. It was in a mall in fact upstairs and tucked in this pretty corner. The place used to be a bookstore and it had these wide window shelves on either side of the glass entrance doors which were those big old antique glass doors that have iron in them. In the windows there were all sorts of things on display, stilettos, books, magazines, perfumes, dresses. But then inside there were aisles with tall shelves. (In the dream I think I actually lived there because on the end caps there were piles of dirty laundry, my dirty laundry that apparently in this dream, I hadn’t gotten around to.) There was also a female friend in my dream who was completely conjured up by my subconscious, she was older, and a political figure but took a break from campaigning to come and help me open Young and Divorced. But what was this place? Was it a store for young divorcee’s to come and find their swagger once more in racks of beautiful clothing and shoes? Was it a resource or counseling center run out of my home which ironically happened to be in the dreaded mall? I can’t really answer that question. I can tell you that outside of my windows were actual staircase. Crisis averted in having to go near a human eating electronic staircase from the depths of hell, whew! But what bothers me is the dirty laundry. Why is my dirty laundry piling up in hidden corners of my dreams? Could this be a premonition? A sign? I don’t have an answer here, but I hope it means that the only place my dirty laundry, albeit while only figuratively exists is in my subconscious, I can live with that.

Tags: being alone, divorce, escalator, ex, GETTING OLDER, life after divorce, separating, separation, shopping, starting over