Ripe/Unripe

The dream setting is, i think, my now house but when it was still at Castlemill and before Waverly Place was built. I’m taking a walk through the woods and across fields. I come across a house with a garden. The garden is a nice tidy one, all weeded and with nice, straight rows. I notice a very large eggplant that really needs to be picked but decide i should ask first. I approach the house. It’s a simple old-fashioned, white one storey farm house. I go around to the back and can hear a woman in the kitchen washing dishes and she tells me to come on in through the screen door. I’m standing to her right, drying the plates that she hands me and putting them up in the cupboard in front of me. I notice the eggplant plant is in the kitchen and ask if she wants me to pick it. She says “okay” so i break off the stem and show it to her. It’s small now – too small to have been picked. I can tell she’s disappointed in me and i feel bad because i know that the eggplant was huge and ready to be picked. I have an idea and go back out to the garden. THERE’S the ripe eggplant, still on the bush so i break it off and bring it in to show here. She’s no longer in the kitchen so i replace the little eggplant with the ripe eggplant and hope that when the lady comes back she’ll see the giant ripe eggplant and forget all about me picking the little one and i’ll be off the hook. I leave through the screen door and continue walking through woods and fields to the next garden.

Woke up.