All my clothes were sold
I had a dream, which made me wake up angry.
I was at a weekend retreat: an inn or a luxury hotel. I had brought suitcases full of clothes. Mostly rich old people were staying at the hotel/inn. I was there with my mother who is 63 years old (I’m thirty). In the downstairs of the facility there were rooms filled with luxury clothes. They were second-hand boutique garments; designer brands, glittering clothing, silk and wool and hand-made outfits.
(In my ”awake life” I am something of a collector of clothes. My best-friend says that I am the only person that she knows who has a personal relationship with my clothes i. e. I remeber what I wore on a particular day, ten years ago, I have different clothes for different moods etc. I’m not into brands, necessarily, I just enjoy colours and fabrics. I enjoy dressing up as different “types” to confuse the world and amuse myself. It is like everyday theatre. Maybe, I should add that my mother is a trained seamstress.)
In the dream I walked passed these rooms filled with clothes several times without going in. I saw a lot of women taking down hangers and looking at the clothes. It seemed to me that all these garments were things that I owned. I remember thinking; “God, she cannot possibly have given away my clothing to this second-hand sale without asking me, could she?” When a whole day had passed I walked into the second hand sale and saw a few of my own outfits in exclusive fabric still hanging there. A woman was haggling and wanting to buy one of my tops for nothing, although I knew how much it had originally cost. She turned to me, not knowing who I was and said; “-They want 11 kronor (which is a pittance) for this! I only want to pay 5 kronor (which is even less…).”
I walked up to my hotel room and there were both my suitcases, totally empty. I walked back to the clothes sale and my mother was there. I screamed at her, asking her how she could do such a thing and said that she at least should have asked me to give away things that I did not like, instead of selling all my favourites. She was devastated but I continued shouting at her. In the back of my mind, I was very sad, because I had suspected what was going on all day, but I had let it happen to see if she was actually gonna’ go through with it, wanting to have a reason to blame her.
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