Treasure trove

Two nights ago I had a dream that I was mowing the lawn at my parent’s house, as I often did as a teenager.  The dream wasn’t clear as to what age I was supposed to be.  When I got to the corner of the yard, near a tree and the edge of the road, I found that I was able to peel the lawn back like a roll of astroturf, and uncovered a hidden underground chamber.   Inside was a cache of all the toys I used to have when I was younger and no longer owned - most of the toys I remember seeing in there dream were fictional, but there are definitely some things like that that I wish I still had (the game Forbidden Bridge, for instance).  And a few that I’ve managed to recover as gag gifts, as well (notably the ‘80s Mr. Potatohead that still came with a pipe).   Even if the objects in the dream were mostly not real, it did leave me with a feeling of having rediscovered something important.

All of this means, most likely... absolutely nothing.