And I was crushed. Interestingly, they are not my most prized or favorite boots yet in my dream they were the only ones I truly felt were irreplaceable. Weird, right? They are my only warm toned boots I guess. And the only foldover style.
In my dream there was a pass through door in my bedroom that usually remains locked and with a chair in front of it. The chair was moved and the door ajar to the outside. This was the childhood house I was raised in. For some reason the house was full of hangers-on, like it was a reality show and tons of wanna be fake friends were filling the place. All my other shoes were untouched, the only missing pair the cognac ones. I wanted to post on the front door a sign to the tune of be careful who you bring here, we have to trust them, and brought the idea to the dinner table where those in charge (parents? TV producers?) were all gathered. Any psych majors want to take a stab at this one? LOL