Last night, I had a dream where I was in my childhood bedroom. A woman barged in and started rummaging through my things, looking for moisturizer for her hands. I angrily told her to leave, feeling my privacy had been violated. Then my brothers came in, doing the same thing, hoping to help the woman. I managed to get them to leave, but I had to barricade my door to keep others out. They sent in odd celebrities—characters from movies and shows I’ve never seen—to try to convince me to open the door. I didn’t recognize them at all.
I noticed the moisturizer on a dresser. It was the same one I keep in my bathroom for my eczema, and I had been wondering if it was still good before bed. Its meaning in the dream wasn't anything salacious, just a simple product. As my siblings and the celebrities started tearing down my door, I agreed to give them the bottle if they would leave me alone. But as they broke through the door, I walked out with the bottle, and they pushed past me to loot my room. They casually took things and left. I was left standing in the doorway, holding nothing but the moisturizer they never really wanted. They just wanted to violate my privacy.
The recurring theme in these dreams is people trying to invade my personal space. It's not much of a mystery though. As an adult, this isn’t really an issue for me, especially since I have an open-door policy with my roommates, whom I trust. So it's odd I still have these. But growing up, especially in my early teens, my siblings were always doing this. They’d invade my room, usually just to be jerks. My sister was the worst. She would invite her friends over, and sometimes they’d break into my room while I was sleeping or changing, just to upset me.
