possibly. my favorite lens to analyze dreams is the Jungian frame: he postulated that every figure in your dream is not an other person but a part of yourself.
I had a friend who told me she had a dream that she had a baby, and she couldn’t work out how to breast feed it and she was crying and was humiliated that she couldn’t feed the baby.
She said she thought it meant she was going to be a bad mother.
So she and I had an “almost couple” before I moved very far away and she was pretty bummed about it. she began going out to party a lot, like to these kinda gross clubs, and she’d get attention from rando guys. She’d go by herself and make out with several dudes in one outing, and there’d be more than that here and there, like getting fingered on the dance floor for example, then these guys’d disappear etc.
So I put it to her that a Jungian analysis of the baby dream is that the baby is a part of her best represented by an infant, innocent and in great need of attention and care. In the dream she was trying to care for/nourish this part of herself but was failing to actually feed the baby despite the desperate, tearful effort. She was trying to give that part of herself what it needed but was going about it wrong.
She said “yeah, I don’t know”, I think it means I think it means I’ll be a bad mother", so I said okie doke. She kept going out like that and hit a DUI checkpoint on Halloween before she quit that whole scene.
If you’re up for it, next time you have an interesting dream, try thinking in the frame that each figure is a part of yourself that would be best represented by that person. For example, if I dream about a friend who does a ton of drugs and I’m hanging out with that person a lot in the dream, I’d likely take that to mean I’m processing my recent relationship to substance use.
we had a burglary once. the guy came in the back door while my wife was showering. took her bag, my laptop and a few other things and went back outside. tried to take the car but the key he had semi-miraculously had a damaged chip in it cause it went through the dryer so it wouldnt start. he pushed it down the street trying to start it and couldnt. when we found it the drivers seat and passenger seat were covered with what seemed like dog hair. the cops had to come take it to search it for fingerprints or whatever. we found my wife’s bag down the street having been thrown into the stream. she still has the bag, vacuumed the car out and wiped it down, all good.
another time, i was living in this shared house that had a very serious reputation for having tons of parties with all kinds of drug use. several people were selling out of there (i didnt know at the time). I came home one day to find all of my drawers dumped onto the ground, mattress flipped over etc etc. The cops had come in with their dogs and flipped the whole house. cops standing on my bed in their filthy boots. broken ceramic mugs. i had nothing to do with it and they didnt find anything in my room.
the cop thing was just weird. but, after the burglary, i was paranoid for a good long while, months and months. it goes away after a time. we beefed up security significantly.
the tainted thing youre talking about though, this is psychological of course. theres nothing wrong with the car. people go through shit at airport security and things, it doesnt taint anything. this is a violation of your privacy, sure, but not your personhood. autonomy and personal space is just a concept. deer and cows and foxes and wolves and swarms of insects and people have been in the space that your house currently occupies. its just a spot on the planet some temporary walls have been put up to keep you dry. your house wont be there forever, thats a fact. later, someone something else will live where you house was. their space wasnt tainted by your presence.
just food for thought. if you have a therapist Id suggest mentioning it to them, it can help to talk about it. it almost feels like this about something else that this is a metaphor for, but you’d know if that feels true or not.
anyway, it’ll pass. it happens to everyone.