Dream Time

I haven’t posted a dream for a long time, and this was a good one.

I apparently set my wife up in a cheap apartment and then went travelling. Some number of months later, I remembered (OOPS) and made my way back to the town. My key still worked in the lock, and SURPRISE, no sign of my wife. I assumed she had paid ahead and left me (more than I deserved, leaving her there as long as I had, however long that was).  I had some interesting interactions with locals (also travelers).  I went to the office to see what I owed.  Turned out she had left 3 months ago, and I owed for that. Did I say it’s a cheap apartment? The lady said $300 a month, and then did some math and told me I owed her $780.  Could have been lots worse.  I started looking for the calling card my parents gave me, to call and ask for money.  Couldn’t find it.  Rummaged through the stuff that was left, hoping she left some money (hoping, not expecting). Don’t know why, but I got on a local bus to go somewhere, maybe find a payphone because the phone in the apartment was hooked in through the hotel lines and I couldn’t get an outside line without paying.

Lots of little nuances.  I was awakened by the telephone.  The “wife” in question, at least according to my memory of the dream, was Melody, who has disappeared out of lots of lives.