Sometimes the smallest most insignificant dreams can make you ask some pretty big questions when you wake up in the morning. Like this one:

I’m in a kitchen and everyone else is eating lemon meringue pie, or other pies and cakes, food that they’d all gone out and bought together, without me.  I wanted some, too, but how could I ask for some when what was there was theirs, not mine? I even contemplate eating the leftovers on the saucers they put by the sink, crusts and half eaten pieces.  But then on second look, I see they aren’t pie scraps at all but watermelon rinds with all the good fruit parts already eaten.

So what kind of symbolism can I see in this small, almost boring dream? They are eating. Do I use eating as a substitute for love?  I was there and accepted by them, but not part of them.  Did I want to eat lemon meringue pie or did I want to be part of them?  Well, I think I know the answer to that. How do I get to be part of them?  What should I do or not do? Who are they anyway?

Or…the dream could simply mean that I was hungry for lemon meringue pie.