Last night I dreamt that I had bought some hideous classic looking omega watch with an enamel dial. An ugly nonexistent model. It came in a wooden box that doubled as a dinner plate from which I was eating a meal while sitting on the sidewalk with my legs crossed at a busy street corner. I look down to notice that my dinner plate including watch had been skillfully stolen right from under my nose by some street thug in between bites. A kind man pointed me in the right direction, and as I gave chase, I can recall thinking to myself; what had I done? I should have gotten the moon watch instead. You can imagine my relief once I woke up, and realized it was all a dream. Thing is, I don’t even own an omega.
Care to psychoanalyze my dream? Please share your thoughts.