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.
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