There were no words in this dream, just a blur of repeated and out-of-sequence images.
First I was pool-side at some apartment complex with some a married couple of English professors I used to have. They were telling me how hard it is to make ends meet on their salaries. The woman professor was holding her nearly one-year-old baby with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth. I remember being shocked to see her smoking. She handed me her baby and offered me a cigarette.
Next I was in the pool trying to teach the baby how to swim. He had one of those big pink elephant floaty devices and was smiling and laughing.
The next image I remember was being on the phone in their kitchen, fighting long distance with my dad about my laziness and refusal to help him with my schizophrenic younger brother. I was so angry I was in tears. The English professor couple both patted me on the back and offered to make me dinner.
"Here, this will make you feel better," the woman said as she handed me her baby again. He was giggling. I remember feeling really annoyed by that.
She lit up a cigarette and started cooking some pasta. I saw her flick her ash into the boiling water while we were talking. She didn't act like it was out of the ordinary.
I sat shocked to see the brainy academics complaining about money and smoking cigarettes. I woke up scratching my head.
