Overrun With Stuff!

This posting has nothing to do with modern Christianity. At least, I don’t think so. This is just a stupid thing that made me scratch my head in wonderment.

Sometimes dreams are just irritating and mess up my night’s rest. Sometimes they’re very curious and cause me to mull them over the day after (that is, if I remember the details). Last night was one such occasion.

In my dream I became aware that I had a whole empty bedroom full of cosmetics and all sorts of beauty and bath products. It looked like I had looted an Avon lady or something. I got to going through it and saying, “What was I thinking!? Why do I need all this STUFF!?” I told my husband that we needed to have a garage sale right away to move this mess out of the bedroom as it was taking up space that could be put to better use. Also, there was no way I could use it all and it would go to waste. He got the word out that I was having a garage sale to move these things. Subsequently, I’m contacted by someone else I can’t recall who told me that I had all sorts of household possessions (both appliances, home décor items, etc.) that HAD to be moved out of this warehouse immediately because they had a need for that space. I had to have everything gone by the next day. This presented me with a dilemma. I was having to run both of these events on the same day. I tried to cancel the garage sale I had planned earlier, but realized I had already advertised it, so I had to do both.

I didn’t recall what I was supposed to have had stored in the warehouse. I thought I would do a walk-through to examine the contents. I recognized none of it as being my own. I didn’t recall buying it, inheriting it, or just how I came to own it. Some of it was very attractive and some of it I could have cared less about. The first area of the warehouse I walked into was roughly the size of a mom and pop grocery store with high ceilings. Everything was neatly displayed and went from the floor to the ceiling. I said, “Wow! Where did I get all this stuff!?” The person told me to wait a minute; that that wasn’t all of it. There were rooms both to the left and right of me full of all MY STUFF. I was dumbfounded. I started being attracted to some of it and made a mental note to keep certain things for myself. I walked back into the main area and a lady wanted my attention. There was a large but rather worn-looking dining table there and she asked me who much I wanted for it. I had no clue what to tell her because I didn’t recognize it as belonging to me. I told her that I didn’t know, but to make me an offer. She offered me $250 and I took it. She was overjoyed and acted as if she had just gotten the best of me because she had priced one similar elsewhere for $520. I didn’t really care, but was happy that I had moved that piece of furniture.

Yeah, I know this is a stupid post. However, it could mean something, so I thought I would toss it to any of you who fancy yourselves able to interpret dreams. I thought some of you might give me your take on it or accuse me of smoking left-handed cigarettes. HA!

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God Bless!