I had a small baby in my arms, very cute, a little boy, and he began to give greetings to my friends in the room. He greeted a man who was his father, and the man and I were delighted and amazed to hear our little baby talk. It was actually a minute or two before I realized there was anything odd about a talking baby, then I remembered they didn’t learn that skill until they were older. Then my little boy baby greeted another man and reached his arms out wanting to give the man a hug as well. The baby’s greeting was rather long, something like, “Hello, I’m so glad to meet you.” I was very proud and pleased. I held the baby upright, bouncing him affectionately, and he randomly said, “Nao,” which I somehow knew was Vietnamese. I looked at the boy’s father in surprise and exclaimed, “He speaks Vietnamese, too!” Now when I peered at the baby boy’s face, I realized he had Vietnamese ancestry. Oh, there was nothing about the look of the boy’s face which told me that. I just somehow knew. And because the second man in the room that the boy had greeted was Vietnamese, I asked that man if he would continue to speak his language with the baby so that the child would grow up speaking both English and Vietnamese.
In another dream, I was in a mall. My son, who was about eleven, was running around with his friends. I kept trying to find him in the crowd so I could give him money for food. I finally did, and he ran off again with his friends.
I was looking through the mall, too, mostly at restaurants. From the door, I looked in and saw an enormous, beige bag under a table on the floor and realized it was mine that I had left behind. I tried to push past the customers to retrieve it, but getting through was difficult because so many people kept getting in my way. I finally did get my bag.
The meaning of my wandering changed, and I realized I worked in the mall. I was studying the fashions and accessories for sale. I saw a woman in an outrageous dress (which I’ll describe in a moment), and I knew she must be a famous fashion designer or stylist. I went on with my work and back to my office where I had a typewriter I needed to fix. Two large keys had fallen off and were on the floor. I had to find them amidst a great number of brightly-colored, paper shopping bags and tissue. I finally got one of the keys back on the typewriter and was testing it when I realized I didn’t need the other key because this one contained all the functions required. It could type all the letters, fonts, spellcheck, etc.
Someone saw that I had a paper bag of food from someone named “Dale.” The bag was on the workroom refrigerator, and I had been saving it for my lunch. I called across the room that Dale was my uncle, then a woman in a group of ladies attempted to tease me by asking if Dale wasn’t really my boyfriend. I said quite matter-of-factly that he was my uncle. I must have been a little dumb because I did not rise to the teasing.
I wanted very much to get my food, but I had so much work to do and people kept bringing me accessories to study. I had to carry all these new bags and bangles to my desk to strip them off my arms, and I wondered if I was supposed to keep the new bags for myself, a kind of gift in exchange for good reviews.
I freed myself of the bags and when I turned back to the front of the workroom which opened on the mall, the woman in the outrageous dress was there. I had earlier had the opportunity to say I liked her dress very much, but now she let me study it quite closely. I admit that I gushed, examining every small detail and exclaiming all the while how I loved it. The dress was an A-line cut about mid-thigh. The fabric was sheer except for large, randomly-sized, brown polka dots. Across the bodice was an embroidered pattern, the shape of which I can’t describe, but it had a vague resemblance, I thought as I passed my hand across it, of flower petals, and I told the woman that, speaking in my most analytical voice. I was all study and business now. I pointed out the clever way the seam lines were incorporated into the design. Then I oohed-and-aahed over the tiny, red lingerie she wore under the sheer fabric. The red and brown seemed quite mod and just perfect.
Now, as when I first saw the dress, I was dying to make one addition, but I really didn’t want to offend the famous designer so I mentioned it somewhat apologetically and asked if I could make a suggestion. She was very supportive, and I said it might look good to add a green accessory in the same shade level as the red and brown, a bangle or large, acrylic hoop earrings. A woman standing beside me agreed this would be perfect, and the fashion designer was really excited about the idea. The designer in the dress was standing right in front of a display of accessories of just the green I was thinking so we were able to see it would look great.