So the family I was working for was the Kennedy's. As in John F Kennedy the former president. And so went in my childhood, I worked for the Kennedy's and I took their mail and gave it to someone. I was a spy after all. But after a while, I think what happened is that I became attached to the Kennedy's and told one of them (I think a male) that I had been a spy because I thought that being a spy was wrong and I liked the family.
Later on in the dream, I must have been really attached to the family, because I started sleeping with the matriarch. She was a lot older than me. I don't really remember that part, but I remember thinking that she must have been instructing me on the whole sex thing as she was older and I guess the kid I identified with was no longer young. Keep in mind, I really wasn't him in my dream, or the dream was not in the first person through his eyes, I was sort of a spectator. But I do remember getting out of bed with the matriarch and seeing that she was old. I wasn't concerned about that then, what I was concerned was that one of the other spies (e.g. child prisoners) who had been working for the Kennedy's would report that I had been compromised or something. So I remember trying to hide my relationship with the older matriarch from everyone.
Then later on the scene changed to a different venue, and one of the prisoners I think was ordering food and it seemed like all was well and that everyone was connected and there was no distinction anymore between the prisoners and Kennedy's. Or I guess I wasn't concerned that my relationship with the matriarch would be revealed. I do remember toward the end of the dream looking at an old photo of myself as a kid in an old German Wehrmacht uniform. So in retrospect, I guess I must have been a German prisoner.
This dream lasted what seemed like the whole night. I remember waking and going back to sleep and getting back into it. And it felt when I awoke that some part of me that had been empty was filled with a different energy. Which felt really good. It felt like the dream added some part to me that wasn't there before. Something new and not previously connected to my life. Something like what my Kelly Walsh friend told me about Thermopolis years ago and I guess has come to fruition. I guess that sort of has been on my mind, but I haven't quite bought into that story yet as there could be a trickster involved:-). And then that energy changed to a feeling of chaos and madness, which I was able to ground and feel grateful for what it was showing me. As if the chaos was anxiety inchoate which I remember to turn into a friend.
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