a nightmare then a dream
Some background. Late last year my wife was at odds with a good friend "L". "L" lives as a triple with one son, they've been displaced by Sandy since 2012 living next door in a house that needs more than a few repairs. The tension regarded my wife inviting "L" to join her on a cruise. Not on our dime, and "L" knew this. A down payment was made on the ticket but "L" kept avoiding the question rather than being up front. In late October "L" blew up at my wife saying that my wife should've known "L" was saying no all along. "L" emailed me with "I think I hate your wife". I called her out on the awful email and they ended up ghosting us.
In the nightmare, my wife went over at long last to talk things out and make amends with "L". When the missus arrived at their hovel, "L" pushed my wife off the stoop. "L"'s working-man husband began throwing bricks at my wife, knocking her on the back of her skull. All of this was caught on video by "L"'s artistic husband using a phone. "L" stood on the porch shouting invective and hate, punctuated by Working-Man shooting a gun and barely missing my wife.
Turns out my wife was relating her encounter to me when she finally made it home, and her description was that vivid. She's removed "L" and her family from Facebook but I haven't yet, but in the dream I was furious. Still angry.
Trasitional element of the dream had me walking down a street with the artistic husband, of all people. One end of the street led to a beach much like Seaside Heights, but heading a block west I was walking into Colorado. There was snow on the ground and the stars were out. The artistic husband wasn't around anymore and I kept encountering dogs.
A large black Great Dane, a dopey yellow lab, and a few others. All were friendly to me, getting happier when I did the doggy voice to fill in what their body language was conveying to a stupid human like me. There was a group of golden retrievers nearby and one caught my attention. Following him, I found a terrier half buried in a snow drift.
This was the first time I saw my hands in the dream, making it a lucid experience. Lifting the poor baby, I held him against my chest and felt the cold spreading through the beast. I began knocking on doors hoping to find his human. An old black man told me to go next door but I was confused as to which next door.
Peeking in windows I saw college kids typing up papers, watching TV, and other college stuff. After running in circles, I found the right house. It was a storefront converted into a flat, a girl was watching TV with her boyfriend when I knocked on the display window. She was in shorts and a little bippy top, but she went into the other room to put on a robe before answering the door. Weird. The little dog found his home at long last.
In the nightmare, my wife went over at long last to talk things out and make amends with "L". When the missus arrived at their hovel, "L" pushed my wife off the stoop. "L"'s working-man husband began throwing bricks at my wife, knocking her on the back of her skull. All of this was caught on video by "L"'s artistic husband using a phone. "L" stood on the porch shouting invective and hate, punctuated by Working-Man shooting a gun and barely missing my wife.
Turns out my wife was relating her encounter to me when she finally made it home, and her description was that vivid. She's removed "L" and her family from Facebook but I haven't yet, but in the dream I was furious. Still angry.
Trasitional element of the dream had me walking down a street with the artistic husband, of all people. One end of the street led to a beach much like Seaside Heights, but heading a block west I was walking into Colorado. There was snow on the ground and the stars were out. The artistic husband wasn't around anymore and I kept encountering dogs.
A large black Great Dane, a dopey yellow lab, and a few others. All were friendly to me, getting happier when I did the doggy voice to fill in what their body language was conveying to a stupid human like me. There was a group of golden retrievers nearby and one caught my attention. Following him, I found a terrier half buried in a snow drift.
This was the first time I saw my hands in the dream, making it a lucid experience. Lifting the poor baby, I held him against my chest and felt the cold spreading through the beast. I began knocking on doors hoping to find his human. An old black man told me to go next door but I was confused as to which next door.
Peeking in windows I saw college kids typing up papers, watching TV, and other college stuff. After running in circles, I found the right house. It was a storefront converted into a flat, a girl was watching TV with her boyfriend when I knocked on the display window. She was in shorts and a little bippy top, but she went into the other room to put on a robe before answering the door. Weird. The little dog found his home at long last.