White Bedding and Jasmine Rice

I go by to tell the dream to [person A], in a house, probably mine.

We talk about the white bedding for a bed that's in front of us. There's a duvet, though typically in winter, when it's cold, I use another besides that one.

We are both in the bed; the relationship is fraternal and full of humour. He asks me seriously if I've washed my feet well. That takes me by surprise, not knowing what to say.

My body is flexible enough to smell them and stop wondering. I don’t think they smell bad.

In that house, I see my sister arrive with another woman, and I take advantage of the opportunity to ask her to return my set of keys. I don’t need them, but they are mine, and she has no alternative but to

give them back.

Another dream.

I'm in Chile, in my cousins’ house in [private home locality redacted]. My mother, my sister, [person B] and my cousin [person C] are there. My mother’s husband approaches to say something unexpected about a type of sleeveless t- shirt that looks good on. I take it as a reminder to take better care of my appearance. They bring me the t-shirts along with my black dress. I understand the message is to update my wardrobe. I try to see why the t-shirt is so special. The sleeves are cut full, and I suppose that is why. I'm unsure.

A woman appears in a silk blouse with an Oriental motif printed on a white background. She approaches to ask me what I think. I like it; it looks classy.

[person D] arrives with a renewed spirit and shows me a dressy blouse in a fine grey fabric, with the same cut. I like it but make no comment. I think it is best to be austere.

Finally, my cousin [person C] comes with food. He explains that jasmine rice goes with long shrimp, like the thin ones he brought me and not with large ones.

[person C] serves me a lot of rice with few shrimp. It's delicious! I myself approach the plate to serve and take apart some spring rolls, to remove their filling before eating.

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