The one's I described I don't think have much deep meaning other than that I was in a late light sleep and they were triggered by things I had seen on TV.

I also now remember I had another dream last night that involved the Cosby family... I remembered because I remembered I had a dream involving something else I saw on TV and then remembered I saw the same episode of Cosby twice that same day (once in the day and once in the early morning when I couldn't sleep).

That dream involved my house, and a surreal type of reoccuring dream where I live in a different house, or it is my house, and there are many many more rooms than my real house has, and both in the dream and after I wake up I realize I've been living in just a few rooms in the house and forgotten in the others and I have exciting feelings about expanding into those rooms, moving a TV into one of those rooms, having friends over.

Each time I have that sort of dream, the house seems familiar, but I think it is a newly made up house every time. I can now remember the house from last night very well and I can't think of a parallel in any real house I've seen. Lots of stairwells all over, and different sections with three bedrooms each.

These dreams seem to come up when I have stress about my situation, like now when I am worried about bills again, and seem to be trying to provide me a bit of hope and relief. In the dream, the extra rooms seem to symbolize that there had been something I have overlooked, a new solution, space to grow and breathe. Mixed blessing, because that feeling lingers when I wake up, but then brings back the anxiety when I realize it was just a dream.

I used to often have a different dream... Where I owned the house I am in now but for some reason I am living at my parents house. In the dream I've been at my parents for a long time and suddenly remember about the house I own, and I panic because I haven't tended to the lawn or the mail or anything and it is all overgrown and a big mess. Again, I would usually wake up thinking I was in my parents house, and I'd be really disoriented until I actually get out of bed and take in my actual surroundings. Those dreams used to be pretty scary and related to stress. They mostly went away when my depression began... one of the symptoms of my depression is that for the longest time I didn't remember having any dreams at all.