Image from Omnom's Instagram
DREAM
My father and his friend who lives with us go to Iceland to try to assist the King of Iceland with a civil war.
Back home, I keep going on long bus rides with a friend, but I keep forgetting my money.
Her brother is helping me keep an eye on my father. He thinks he saw a secret door in the king's room.
My father and his friend come back. They say they the king took their gold and didn't explain what he was going to spend it on. They suspect that he will buy ice cream and chocolate with it and continue work on a statue made of that material. I mention the secret door, and they're upset. The king is not taking the war seriously. He's too crude with his use of his trident. He seems to forget that these people are his people, and he doesn't listen, killing and injuring them thoughtlessly.
I imagine taking the trident and go through what I would do if I had it.
At least now that they're back, my father's friend can change out of his pants, which are much, much too tight for him. He should have complained, but he is frugal and long suffering.
INTERPRETATION
Well, the tight pants thing is clear: I saw a show that night in which someone was late to work because they got stuck in their tight leather pants.
And I think the money on the bus thing is related to how I keep leaving the house worried that I forgot my wallet.
The King of Iceland making a statue out of chocolate and ice cream is probably related to how I follow Omnom Chocolate on social media. Omnom is an Icelandic chocolate company that I believe is branching out to making ice cream as well. Delicious, but very, very expensive here. I'm talking $10 for a regular-sized bar of chocolate.
I guess the whole thing about the king not paying attention to the complaints of his subjects, and hiding his money in a secret door is how I feel about all the complaining I see on YouTube about the American economy, while no real action is being taken to make things better. Or maybe I should just say that there are no resulting improvements that I can feel as someone on the lower rungs of society.
