Dryer Lint

Growing up, I was a pretty helpful kid.  I knew my chores, and I did them.  We were taught to be tidy, clean up after ourselves, and to do regular maintenance and upkeep on our homes.  I remember when I was starting out with the schooling of house keeping with my dad. My dad used to (and still does) walk around the house and pick up lint off of the carpet. He required a certain level of tidiness, and would appreciate my help as long as I didn't get in the way or make a mess trying to clean up.  The dryer lint catcher was something my dad never let me touch as a young girl.  How big of a mess could I have possibly made cleaning this thing out?  I do it now, nearly everyday, and I see no way in which I could have caused a mess in the laundry room big enough to cause fear in my dad.  This forbidden act of dryer lint cleaning haunted my dreams for years.

I used to have a reoccurring dream that my family (at the time me, my sister, mom and dad) were driving in the car for a while, and we ended the drive in a car accident.  All of us were ejected out of the car, so we all had to walk around the neighborhood to find each other.  I was soon reunited with my sister and mom, but we still couldn't find my dad.  Walking around a corner, I found a baby in the rain gutter guard. It was my dad.  I went over to him crying, "Dad!" I picked him up, and called for my mom and sister.  When they came to me my baby dad had dissolved into a big ball dryer lint.  He started to blow away in the wind, and I began panicking, chasing after the lint.  I kept running, and soon found myself running in a field of tall wheat-like grass.  At that point in the dream, I always woke up, crying.  It was a sad dream.

It is so interesting how our brains work in creating dreams.