I dreamed I was searching for treasure to marry the daughter of a rich merchant, who wasn't ready to give her away to a broke loser. To find the riches, we had to climb snow-covered slopes and eat all sorts of crap. When a storm hit, going outside the shelter was impossible. And it consisted of a single room. So we ended up sleeping and eating right there, and shitting straight on the floor (there were no buckets). There was still shit left over from the previous guests — either they were just filthy degenerates, or they got caught in the same situation as us.
Luckily, we made it back alive, though we didn't strike it rich. Nevertheless, the merchant was willing to wait. His villa was situated in such a way that the entrance opened out into the market. This bazaar was the kind with a roof but no walls, so basically just a street.
I stopped by his place because I really needed to use the toilet (weird that it wasn't to see my betrothed). That wasn't an issue, but as soon as I flushed, the huckster grumbled that he’d add the water I used to my tab. I was totally floored, of course, but kept my mouth shut. At the end of the day, my goal is not to marry him, but his daughter, plus I'll get the dowry.
Everything is still ahead.
Does this dream mean I still haven't passed Freud's anal stage? That I want to have a ton of money, even though I seem to have enough as it is? Or that I definitely need to open Tinder more often?
You be the judge.