Dream Momma, In my dream my daughter Helen was living in Paris and my friend John and I went to visit her. We went to a concert in someone's home where John and I sat on the balcony to hear the music. The next day I called the hostess to ask her a question, but by the time she got to the phone I forgot what I wanted to ask. Instead I asked in which arrondisement she lived — I told her I wanted to look it up in my 'plan de Paris.' I felt very stupid asking such a lame question.
This dream is about aging. Sitting somewhere special to hear the music, forgetting the question, the plan de Paris that I suspect, is a plan for retirement.
Unsure what the last sentence is about, as the question doesn’t appear to be “lame.”
