{"id":474,"date":"2008-08-15T17:15:51","date_gmt":"2008-08-15T21:15:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/peacefulhippo.wordpress.com\/2008\/08\/15\/dream-notebook\/"},"modified":"2008-08-15T17:15:51","modified_gmt":"2008-08-15T21:15:51","slug":"dream-notebook","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/peacefulhippo.us\/blog\/2008\/08\/15\/dream-notebook\/","title":{"rendered":"Dream Notebook"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m a bit more tentative about posting my dreams here, now that more people are reading them, but I&#8217;ve lost a lot due to various computer crashes and have only recovered those I&#8217;ve posted in emails and here&#8230; so here goes.<\/p>\n<p>8-15-08<\/p>\n<p>I was somewhere looking for Laura.&nbsp; I drove from one small town to another, and parked my car near a row of houses that ranged from old to primitive, some with 3 or 4 storeys.&nbsp; After a while I found someone who knew her, and they said she was down at her &#8220;spot&#8221; and gave directions.&nbsp; There were a couple of kids who helped or hindered me finding this place, and there was something about the landlord only allowing parking for one hour and charging for it&#8230; it took a bit more than one hour to get to this point, and I paid the parking (somehow).&nbsp; When I got down to the place, it was a pool with an almost-vertical bank of something like moss or clover down to it.&nbsp; Laura was in the pool.&nbsp; I don&#8217;t remember how I got down to it.&nbsp; We didn&#8217;t say much, or touch, or anything, but it felt good like love.&nbsp; Then I somehow found out or remembered that I had to get to &#8220;Snowmass&#8221; right away for some reason.&nbsp; I couldn&#8217;t climb out of the pool without ripping up the banks of clover (I tried some, which distressed Laura somewhat).&nbsp; After giving up on the attempt (Laura said she didn&#8217;t know any other way out of the pool), I looked to my right and there was an absolutely easy path up the bank, not vertical at all.<\/p>\n<p>I had to go to my &#8220;room&#8221; and get something, then run to my car before the landlord towed it (it was slightly over an hour again).&nbsp; I then took off&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Next scene I was riding in the back of a large car (like a 40s Ford), with my parents driving and with me, Aianna, and her son Tristan (about age 6 in the dream.&nbsp; I was kind of huddled down, because for some reason I was naked and didn&#8217;t want the other people on the road to see.&nbsp; Aianna was both disinterested and unconcerned, and Tristan didn&#8217;t even notice.&nbsp; I was reading some magazine alout, bits of it, and there was something that Aianna took as me making a joke about Tristan getting kidnapped, which offended her&#8230; as I do care about her, at LEAST in a sisterly way, I was upset that I offended her but did not remember saying anything like that&#8230; also, as I was huddled up\/down against her, being naked, it made things quite a bit more uncomfortable with her being mad at me.&nbsp; I apologized as best I could, and finally she cooled a bit&#8230; so I quickly kissed her on the cheek.&nbsp; She said that, apology or not, I was not going to get a kiss out of her, and I said I knew that, which is why I snatched a kiss at her cheek, playfully.&nbsp; <\/p>\n<p>Apparently my parents were driving us to meet Aianna&#8217;s mother (someone whom, in real life, I have not met), who was driving from the other direction and we were to look for her in the range of certain mile-markers.&nbsp; We were concerned when we got to the range, and started looking harder each time we passed another mile-marker.&nbsp; Finally she was spotted, and my parents started to pull over, at which point I was even more upset about being naked, I certainly couldn&#8217;t meet her mother that way.&nbsp; I had no pants&#8230; except (magickally) those green furry pants by my feet.&nbsp; Oh boy, these were awful, but I pulled them on.&nbsp; Aianna was also in a panic, she felt the short-sleeved shirt she had on was certainly scandalous by her mother&#8217;s standards&#8230; she was more worried about the shirt she had on than about the silly bright green fur pants I had on.&nbsp; <\/p>\n<p>And the dream ended right about here.&nbsp; Interesting that I was a rather grown-up 40ish in the first part of the dream and a kidlike mid-20s in the 2nd part, Laura didn&#8217;t look like herselt at all (but was pretty) and Aianna looked almost exactly like herself (Tristan was a little fuzzy but was obviously Tristan, although almost the age he was when I first met him 9 years ago), and I never saw my parents while they were driving.<\/p>\n<p>(Note to readers who are less aware of the people in my life:&nbsp; Laura was my 5th and last wife; Aianna is my &#8220;little sister&#8221;, who adopted me about 9 years ago instead of wanting to go out with me, and Tristan is her real-life little boy, although he&#8217;s not so little anymore.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m a bit more tentative about posting my dreams here, now that more people are reading them, but I&#8217;ve lost a lot due to various computer crashes and have only recovered those I&#8217;ve posted in emails and here&#8230; 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