Dream / 9:26AM March 21st 2023

I dreamt of being a domestic in a large Townhouse in Boston. The place was beautiful.

A family: father, mother and 2 girls.

They were like something out of that show Succession on HBO . . . But a bit unkempt and laidback.

They seemed to adore me at first. I had them laughing with my wild tales.

At one point I sat on the couch with the mother and daughters to watch TV with tea.

I was doing office and light housework. It wasn’t bad. The pay was good.

There was an expensive looking table lamp on a low table.

I used my bare feet to turn the lamp on the table and then it started to tilt forward and just before it smashed, I grabbed with my hands and put upright and said — ”Ta Da”

The house manager called me over into the kitchen.

Told me I was going to change gears tomorrow and do more house cleaning.

I said I didn’t sign on for house cleaning.

She said — but you look like you know how to polish a floor. I bet you have done before.

And I turned away from her and went back to the family on the couch and said . . . Well I guess I am being asked to leave. I don’t polish floors.

The father came in and thanked me for clearing up his computer. . .bashfully said he was sorry about his search history. . . And I told him I never even glanced.