I dreamt that I got a new wristwatch with a band of woven metal. It was quite attractive, but the band started falling apart as soon as I got the watch. I remember seeing bits and pieces of it everywhere I went. They could be found inside the house and everywhere around it. I wondered how long the band would hold together. I remember talking to my mother about unexpected problems with my new watch and showing her one of the pieces that had fallen off. It was morning when I woke up. And I felt quite disappointed with myself for having worn a watch in my dream. Yuck! That symbol of slavery is so far from me by now that I cannot even imagine that I have worn it ever before.