Good morning, croc---- from the strange dream department...
Do you think it's possible to dream of a past life?
I wasn't even me in this dream, but a young woman named Mrs. Baxter.
I was married to a rather corpulent man and we had moved into a lovely airy home with many windows and French doors. I had on a light weight flowery dress, which looked early 1900s- though I don't know style at all- maybe 20s? There were people in my living room who were there to be interviewed for positions as cook, nanny, and yardman, so we must have been fairly well-off. My husband was no help at all-- he was excited about buying a new car- (when were cars invented?) and I was feeling very irritated. One of the men was leering at me, and I remember thinking "that one would be trouble" but also feeling sort of titillated by the idea. There was a young Irish girl who offered to take the children (I think I had three) outside to play while I interviewed and I decided to give her the job right then as nanny.
As is the way of dreams, things got stranger -- aa young man came in with a tray of fried eggs, decorated with little people cut out of bacon and obviously meant to impress me. Then a huge storm blew up and I was trying to close all the windows, and people started getting out of control and wandering around the house, taking over. When I went into the kitchen, an older woman announced that if she got the job, I would not be allowed in there, and that she was in charge.
I decided it was really time for Mr. Baxter to step in and I went outside and discovered we lived on a large lakeshore, and I found Mr. Baxter kissing the yardman!
I knew then I had to take the children and leave, but had no idea where I could go or do (Now this sounds like Kate Chopin-- but I did NOT walk into the lake and drown myself)
That's all I remember.
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