Another Peculiar Dream

Just had another strange dream. I do not know why. I had the feeling that I was back in the house of my childhood. There were three bedroooms in that house. But somehow I felt even in my dream that it could not have been the same house. That was because the way the wall-to-wall wardrobes in those rooms in my  dream were not in the positions they were in the house I actually lived in when I was a child. Besides, the shape and colour and style of that huge wall-to-wall wardrobe (not a walk-in closet) in my dream were also different. The style of the wardrobe in my dream belongs to that popular in the 1980s: long rectangular vertical doors with a horizontal row of two drawers below. In the dream, it was painted almost completely white but with a hint of beige. In fact, our house had already been torn down and replaced by a more modern building which I still see from time to time whenever I eat at a restaurant opposite to where that house was when I attend court at the Kowloon Magistracy.

 

Whatever might have been the difference in style and size and location, I had the distinct feeling in my dream that it was our house. What was peculiar in that dream was that my eldest brother was there. He told me that he had just managed to remove a huge clock hanging on the wall to the left of my younger sister's wardrobe from her room to his own room. In fact, in my dream, I "knew" that he had placed the clock on the upper part of the wall to the left of his wardrobe, in exactly the same position it occupied in my sister's room. But in real life, my sister never had such a clock nor such a wardrobe.  He was asking me to take a look at it and to give him my opinion on how they looked in his own room. In fact, in that dream, I never saw how my younger sister's room look like. Of course I know what it looked like in real life. My brother's room in the dream was actually my father's room, my father having died more than 30 years ago.  It was the biggest bedroom in the house. The clock was a rectangular shaped brown electric clock maybe three feet wide at the bottom and perhaps a feet and half tall. It has a very smooth, lacquer like shiny coffee brown surface. The face of the clock was in brownish beige. It had huge hands. The time on the clock was maybe 1.50 p.m. What is most peculiar is that my brother had for some reasons placed three mirrors which I had bracketed on to the back of the doors to my own wardrobe in my own room in real life when I was still living there on to the exterior of three of the wardrobe doors in his room in that dream. And the way he did so was most unusual.  He simply clipped the three long rectangular mirrors on to the top of three of the wardrobe doors in his room with the kind of black metal clips one normally uses in the office to clip together loose sheets of related papers. Of course, they were  much bigger or else they would not be able to hold the weight of the mirrors. To prevent the hard metallic surface at the bottom of the huge clips from scratching the smooth top  surface of the three mirrors, he just used some white bath towel folded in double but in order not to obstruct viewing the mirror, he had just a tiny portion of the white bath towel overhaging the top edges of the mirrors. It was a very sloppy job. I took a look at his masterpiece in my dream. I told him that whatever he might think, to me I did not feel that it was right to take away the clock which used to be in my sister's room without asking or even informing her beforehand. Then I woke up. I did not however ask him why he took my mirrors!

 

Why that clock? In fact, we never had that clock in our real home. And why did it show 1.50 p.m? And why did my elder brother take my three interior wardrobe mirrors and why did he place them on to the outside of his wardrobe in a such a sloppy way or at all? What is the significance of those mirrors? And after he did that, why did he ask for my opinion? I cannot figure it out.