Two nights ago I had a dream. It was obviously very symbolic, of the type that Joseph himself would have recognized as full of meaning. Unfortunately I'm not certain of its intentions. I ask you for your input.
I was in the kitchen of a home that my husband and I had just purchased. I was trying to get settled in and my children and mother-in-law were nearby. I was loading the dishwasher.
Across from the dishwasher, in a large island (of the cabinet variety), was another dishwasher. This one had been broken for some time, but the previous owners, rather than replace it, had simply installed a new one. The task of removing it fell to us, the new owners.
I walked around to the other side of the island and opened what looked like a double cabinet. It was, in fact, another broken dishwasher. And two doors down from it was yet another one.
Four dishwashers, only the most recent one was functional. Each one had been set in to replace a broken one, a pattern which left frustration and wasted space. I opened the last dishwasher and saw that it was nearly full of pots and pans; they appeared clean and I was a little pleased to have gained some more kitchen cookware.
What does this sound like to you? What's your interpretation of this rich, profound dream of appliances?