The dream I had last night

This morning while we were doing the Herald Sun quiz (and sadly, failing to be quizorrific), I suddenly remembered my dream from last night. It was not until just now, though, that I realised what it means.

In my dream, I was forced to go camping. For those who came in late, I don't do camping. Our ancestors fought and died so that we could have indoor plumbing, and as far as I'm concerned sleeping (or even eating) in the open air dishonours their memory.

Ahem.

Anyway, in the dream where I was being forced to go camping, I was trying to find a camp stove. Well, you try cooking *everything* over a camp fire - that's going to suck, even in a dream. And my PU#2 kept claiming the camping stove was in his wardrobe, but I couldn't find it. And I was wondering whether I could actually take a mattress with me...

So just now as I was reading something about houses on the interwebs, I realised that the dream was because I feel sort of de-homed, what with the parental-home-of-my-childhood not being parental any more. Symbolically, in my unconscious, I have to live in a tent because I don't have a family home now. Of course I haven't lived in the parental house since... well, a long time. And I have my own apartment and stuff. But dammit, that doesn't make it ok. A sentiment with which my unconcious obviously agrees.