In one of my dreams I was a woman of Polish origin but not myself, living in Russia. A man who was an authority figure of sorts offended Polish honor when speaking to me, and I had to defend it by proclaiming how honorable Polish patriots were. I had the sense that he did that on purpose though because he wanted to hear my defense. Then I broke in somewhere and he caught me, and I had the choice of going to jail or working for him and his people as a thief. As my first assignment I had to steal a loaf of bread and a box of blueberries. I was then paid six crumbs of bread and two blueberries. When I objected, he pointed out to me how hungry the other people in the room looked, and I stopped objecting. A boy, not my son but close to my older son in age, was organizing a book sale in front of his house with his mom, and I was helping with the book sale. The boy had made a huge sign, saying "Dirty Books." When I saw it I laughed. He asked why I laughed, I explained that this word had another meaning from what he meant. When he asked what the meaning was though, I gave him some sort of nonresponse. Later at the book sale, a man came to look for our "dirty books", when he found out that the sign was a kid's mistake though, he took it with good humor, and even decided to buy a Nero Wolf mystery book (note: even Nero Wolf mysteries I would not expect at an elementary school aged kid's book sale, but in the dream that did not bother me). I said that today will perhaps mark an unexpected revival of popularity of Nero Wolf books. In this dream my husband told me that our bank accounts were going to expire in half an hour, and that we could not make it there on time. He seemed optimistic though that all it would take would be some paperwork the next day. Meanwhile I worried that all our savings were gone. I arrived at the bank, but there were different doors with confusing labels that had nothing to do with money. So I left and called my husband and said that I had failed to go to the bank, and could he go revive our accounts. I do vaguely remember though that then we were at the bank meeting together. At first it looked like my fear was going to prove correct that we had lost all out money, but then I pointed out to the bank that our home's mortgage was with their bank, and if we don't have any money, we cannot make our mortgage payments, and then they seemed more interest in reviving our accounts.
There is a chance that I am pregnant, so my Mom brings out a bunch of tests for me to take. I look at the tests and I'm a bit doubtful, because the tests are so old looking. I take one and it's negative, but I really question it's effectiveness after I notice it expired in 1966. I look at the other ones, and notice another one expired in the 80s. I point this out to my Mom and she looks frustrated. I guess she decides to take me to a doctor or something because we're in the car and driving down a very familiar highway past an old building I used to always look at as a child. As we are zooming past, I see someone I think my Mom knows, hitchhiking along the side of the road. He is dressed kind of funny, but I couldn't get a close enough look. I tell my Mom to maybe stop and go back, as her friend was looking for a ride. She looks surprised and says she didn't see anyone. We go back and pick him up, and it turns out to be Jack Sparrow from the Pirates of The Caribbean. He is very grateful for the lift, and starts spreading out all different forms of illegal drugs in front of me to pick from in a form of payment for the ride. I explain to him that I can't take any because of the possible pregnancy and the dream ends with him looking at me rather confused.
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