I dreamed that I was at a party hosted by a wealthy couple at their home. There were other guests too—it felt like a gathering of rich people.
The hostess brought out two bags, saying she had ordered some desserts and asked us to help take them out. It was me and two other women. We opened the bags, and one of them contained strawberry pies. They were supposed to be expensive treats, but the strawberries on top were all moldy. I shouted, “Ah! They're moldy—we can't eat this!”
I opened the second bag, which had a mixed berry tart inside, and that was moldy too. I thought the bakery was terrible—how could they give customers moldy food? The hostess explained that she hadn’t put the desserts in the fridge right away and hadn’t expected them to spoil so quickly. She agreed they couldn’t be served to guests anymore.
As I checked more carefully, I noticed there were some pale green toasts at the bottom of the strawberry pie bag. They didn’t seem moldy. So I helped the hostess sort out what had gone bad and what could still be eaten.
The house had an outdoor garden area with a white stone Western-style gazebo, surrounded by wooden trellises where vines could grow upward. A bunch of us were out there eating, drinking, and chatting aimlessly. Everyone got pretty drunk.
Inside the house, there was a huge fish tank—so big that people could actually get inside, like mermaids performing in it. I suggested we play a game: toss plastic balls into the tank and take turns jumping in to see who could retrieve the most balls. Whoever collected the most would win. Since everyone was already drunk, I was just making wild suggestions for fun.
I remember there were two older men there. One looked like he was nearly 70, slightly balding. The other seemed close to 60.
Eventually, everyone got too drunk. The older man said he couldn’t drink anymore and got up to leave. I watched him wobbling as he walked away and asked the others, “Is he okay walking like that?” wondering if something might happen to him on the way. They laughed and teased me, saying, “Oh~ you’re concerned about him?”
It seemed like in the dream, both of us were single. But to be clear, he wasn’t my type at all—older, balding, slightly curly hair, thin, and short. I wasn’t interested in him. I was just worried that if he fell or something happened to him, it could be dangerous.
Overall, the dream felt like a wild and indulgent gathering of wealthy people.
夢見我像是來到一對富人夫妻的家參加聚會，現場還有其他客人，像是一群有錢人。
女主人拿出了兩個袋子，好像是她跟人家訂了一些甜點，請我們幫她拿出來。現場有我和另外兩個女生，我們打開來，其中一袋是草莓派，明明是很貴的甜點，結果看到上面的草莓都發霉了，我喊說「啊！發霉了，不能吃啊！」
我打開另一個袋子，裡面的莓果派也發霉了。我認為這個店家很可惡，竟然給客人發霉的食物。女主人說因為她甜點拿回來後，沒有立即放冰箱。只是沒有想到發霉得這麼快，認為這就不能拿出來招待客人了。
我再仔細檢查，草莓派的袋子下面還有淺綠色的吐司，看來好像沒有被黴菌沾到。反正我就是幫女主人處理，把壞掉和還可以吃的甜點分出來。
主人家有個露天花園，裡面有西式涼亭，白色石頭搭建，周圍還架有木格子，讓藤蔓可以攀爬往上長。我們一群人在這個露天花園吃飯喝酒、瞎扯蛋，大家都喝得醉醺醺的。
室內有個很大的魚缸，大到人可以進去，像是美人魚一樣，可以在那裡表演。我提議來玩遊戲，就是把塑膠球丟進魚缸裡，然後我們輪流跳進去，看誰可以撈到比較多的塑膠球，誰就贏了。因為大家都已經喝得醉醺醺的，反正我就是瞎起鬨，出餿主意。
我記得現場有兩個男的。一個年紀較大，頭略禿，感覺像是快 70 歲。另一個看來也像是快 60 歲的人。
反正大家胡扯瞎玩，到後來都喝得太醉了。那個年紀比較大的男生，就說他不能再喝了，然後他就起身離開。
我看著他這樣子搖搖晃晃地走著，我問其他人「他這樣子醉醺醺地走，OK 嗎？」想說會不會路上出什麼問題。大家就笑我「喔～妳有關心他喔？」好像在夢裡我跟他都是單身吧！
因為他年紀比較大的，頭頂微禿，頭髮微捲，瘦瘦不高，完全不是我的喜歡的型，我對他根本沒興趣。主要就是怕他如果路上摔倒還是怎麼樣，不是就很危險嗎？
總之，這場夢就像是有錢人聚在一起，很糜爛的那種聚會。
這個夢境充滿了榮格心理學中重要的象徵元素，讓我們從幾個層面來解析：
富人夫妻與聚會場景：
在榮格理論中，"富人"往往象徵心理能量或潛意識資源的豐沛。聚會場景可能代表你心理各部分的聚集，或是與社會關係的互動模式。
女主人拿出發霉甜點的情節，可能反映你對某些表面光鮮但實質已"變質"的社會價值觀的覺察（比如物質主義或社會地位象徵）。
發霉的甜點：
甜點通常代表愉悅、獎賞或滿足感，但發霉的甜點暗示這些表面美好的東西實際上已經腐壞。
你主動處理分類的動作，顯示自我(ego)正在嘗試整合或過濾這些矛盾經驗，區分哪些"養分"還可吸收（綠色吐司），哪些必須丟棄。
這可能對應現實中你對某些理想化價值（如財富、地位）的重新評估。
露天花园與魚缸遊戲：
花園在榮格學派中常象徵自性(self)的完整狀態，而西式涼亭帶有精神庇護所的意味。
巨大的魚缸可能代表潛意識的容器，你們進行的荒謬遊戲（醉酒狀態下撈塑膠球）暗示某種無意義的追求或社會競爭。
水的象徵意義在榮格心理學中特別重要，魚缸的封閉水域可能反映被限制的情感或創造力。
兩位年長男性：
這兩位男性可能代表你內在的男性面向（阿尼姆斯），或是你對成熟/衰老的態度。
你對醉酒老人的關心與否認愛慕，可能顯示你與智慧/衰老原型的矛盾關係。榮格會認為這反映你對內在男性原則的既關切又抗拒的態度。
整體解讀：
這個夢可能呈現你對"上流社會"或物質成功人士生活方式的潛意識觀察，揭露其華麗表面下的空虛（發霉甜點、無意義遊戲）。
夢中你既參與又批判的立場，顯示自我正在調整對財富/地位等價值的態度。
魚缸中的遊戲和醉酒狀態，可能暗示你意識到某些社會追求實質是"在封閉系統中的無意義競爭"。
榮格可能會建議注意：
夢中"分類可食/不可食"的動作，可能指向需要區分哪些社會價值真正滋養心靈
兩位年長男性的出現，提醒注意智慧原型的整合
花園與魚缸的對比，可能暗示自然本真與人造環境的心理衝突
這個夢總體帶有對物質主義的批判，同時展現自我對這些價值的矛盾心理。建議可以進一步探索你對財富、社會地位的真實態度，以及這些外在追求與內在成長的關係。