cracker metaphor

I dreamt that I was home (a home I had 14 years ago). There was a ton of sunlight in the place and it felt cheery. I was doing things around the home and then my?? I guess he was my boyfriend, but it was George Clooney.  He was not in the best mood, but it was normal for him. Kind of was always in a half gloomy state. He took something, a pill. Then all of a sudden he was happy and playful and winked as if to say... now is your time if you want to ... wink wink. I thought... why do you think I'm interested? I don't want this with you?  (so maybe he wasn't my boyfriend).  I felt empathetic for him, but for about one second. He needed to understand that the world wasn't altering to his changing moods as they happened.

I asked if he would like breakfast to change the subject... oatmeal?

Then there was an old woman in his place. The bedroom had changed to a sitting room, still sunny.  There was another woman in the room, tall, thin, dark hair. She wasn't the most pretty, but she was happy. I could tell she was focused on other things. The old woman had given her a birthday gift. The woman was very appreciative and wanted to open it in front of her, but the old woman didn't want to be there. As if it wouldn't be the true gift it was, if the receiver felt the need to act appreciative in front of the giver. So she left.

The woman and I were talking. She had a job she loved. It was doing research and giving her intuitive advice. She said it was wonderful, that it wasn't like producing something with money in, money out. The value was in being in the right space, time, perspective. Taking the time, being human and when the idea was ready... it was ready, not rushed. It sounded wonderful. I told her that I would love that idea but with getting people back on track and clarity. Some friends came in just then with gifts. RP came in and gave her a rectangular felt cloth that had square soda crackers attached to fill it. I guess she said it was supposed to be a metaphor. She also gave her scones from the Scone Society of ?? They were small and odd looking. She said.. "what do you expect? they are from the scone society??"  Then MG gave her a pastrami sandwich from the East Coat.