Dream - Strange Movie and Broken Plates

As mentioned in my profile, I tend to have vivid and involved dreams.  Here is what I dreamed last night:

I am at the movies, which is reminiscent of "Alice in Wonderland".  While it is a movie, it is so interactive that it appears as real life as well. One image begins this, that of two little girls, the Mad Hatter, and the White Rabbit,  suddenly turning and giving each other a kiss.  It's a very sweet and endearing image, especially since they're all dressed in white and stand against a dark green foliage background.

The story progresses and I'm taken to a small oddly-angled house that is made up entirely of cupboard doors, which lead into small rooms at different angles and levels.  There is a beach nearby.  These doors are battered and weather-beaten, which I suddenly feel is an outward picture of what goes on behind these doors.  I know that there is domestic violence here and begin to plan ways of making it come to light.

It's obvious that others know about this, but are too afraid to talk about it openly.  Word has gone out that the "man" has gone away, and the neighbours begin to gather with new doors.  One pudgy, middle-aged man, with wispy ginger-gray hair, lays his door down and shyly says, "Your's are a bit scarred".  Strangely enough, I never see the woman to whom this is addressed and for whom this kindness is offered.

A festival feeling develops, and the whole neighbourhood gathers with food and drink.  Tables are set up quickly and I say that I have some plates for the cakes.  I immediately get my dessert plates that have images of different fruit on them, and dish out the cake.  A little while later, I begin to collect them, and find that they have changed.  Instead of fruit, they are now decorated with small white flowers on solid blue, green, red and yellow backgrounds.  I also see that the blue one is cracked almost in half, and it comes apart in my hand.  I put it down and pick up the next one, the red, which also literally disintegrates in my hand into three pieces.  I tell the people not to worry, that I can fix them up quickly enough with a little bit of glue, but when my next green plate also breaks in the same way, I begin to worry that some of the sharp bits may have been ingested by the party goers.  I retrieve the last yellow one that still has a piece of cake on it, and apologize to the woman for this.  I throw all of the pieces away.

Suddenly, the whole scene reverts back to a movie.  Once again I see the two little girls, The Mad Hatter and the White Rabbit turning to each other for a kiss.  The camera pans to the left a little and shows a car in the distance coming towards the crooked little house, and seeing that, I get a thrill of fear, because the house is still being fitted with the new doors by the Mad Hatter, and "the man" is coming home.  In my mind I see how all of this will be interpreted, and know I am helpless to be of any help to the unseen woman inside.