If we had an epidemic of defective counter tops, I might understand this phenomenon. Say, for example, that faulty or sub-standard counter tops were causing 3.4 deaths per week, or messing up 17.6 meals per day: then I, too, might dream about new counter tops.
Or, suppose that counter tops did more than, well, top a counter. If we had amazing counter tops that increased our knowledge and skills, or contributed to the spiritual or moral well-being of the population, then I could understand.
But why on earth would I dream about a counter top of any kind? Are we that wealthy that a new counter top is what we dream about now? Are we that small?
I don’t get it.