Ceres-iously

Last night I dreamed that I was walking rapidly into an elegant building with marble columns, through glass doors that stretched from floor to ceiling. I was wearing a pink chiffon gown exactly like this, pinned with a rhinestone brooch. I was carrying wheat stalks in my hands.

Inside the doors was a massively carpeted entryway which swept left. Well-dressed people were milling about. It appeared to be some sort of a social function, such as a grand opening.

As I walked into the entryway, a woman casually approached me. She appeared to be older than me by about 15 to 20 years. I smiled at her and then, suddenly remembering my wheat stalks, I crossed them rapidly in front of my face in a ritualistic manner as I walked toward her.

"You got that wrong," she said with a friendly, conspiratorial smile. "You should've crossed the stalks first, then smiled."

"You're right," I admitted. "I guess I'm just a little rusty at this."

"Never mind, dear. You're doing just fine," she said. "Come with me. Let me introduce you around." We started walking together toward the main room to the left, which had beautiful clothes displayed on mannequins amidst people who were milling about with cocktails in their hands.

"What's your name?" she asked as we walked.

I told her. Now, as I've mentioned before, my name is somewhat unusual. She quickly put up a hand to her mouth and gave a trilling laugh. "Oh you're kidding," she said, giggling. She wasn't being malicious, she was simply genuinely amused.

I grinned. "What's your name?" I asked, in return

"Ebola," she answered.

"Wait a minute. Your parents named you after a disease, and you think my name is funny?" I asked, putting a hand on my hip in a "get out, girl" manner.

We both ended up laughing so hard about this that we were soon surrounded by her friends, demanding to know what was so funny. When we told them, through gales of laughter, some were confused. "I thought your name was Enola, honey," said one woman. This made me laugh even harder, when I thought about her being named after the Enola Gay (the airplane which dropped the bomb on Hiroshima in WW2). Either way, the poor woman couldn't win.

I woke up still grinning.

Now, I know that some dreams have meaning, and I'm pretty good at interpretation. But I think this one was probably just good, clean fun. Still, why would my brain spin out such a sequence, and was it random?

Or, am I really the Goddess Ceres, dreaming of Saur♥Kraut?