When I dream, I either have dreams with very clear messages ("I was sitting by the pool with my mom and we had just made cookies, and then margaritas appeared!") or they are so dense with surreal and mysterious symbols that they will never make sense ("I was sitting by the pool with my mom and we had just made cookies, and then margaritas appeared!"). I think this may be genetic after all.
This morning, Cora says to me, in that casual way you would use to start a conversation, "I had a dream last night."
"Really? What was your dream?"
Shrug. "Peas and carrots."
"Peas and carrots?"
"Yeah." And then she gets that little intense change of expression, like you do when you're really going to get into the meaning of something and she says, "But I no like peas! Just carrots."
"You like carrots?" As far as I've been able to tell, Cora likes neither peas not carrots.
But, she was already tired of talking about her dream, so she just gave me a look that said we were done with the topic of peas and carrots.