I’m a bit more tentative about posting my dreams here, now that more people are reading them, but I’ve lost a lot due to various computer crashes and have only recovered those I’ve posted in emails and here… so here goes.
I was somewhere looking for Laura. 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. After a while I found someone who knew her, and they said she was down at her “spot” and gave directions. 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… it took a bit more than one hour to get to this point, and I paid the parking (somehow). 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. Laura was in the pool. I don’t remember how I got down to it. We didn’t say much, or touch, or anything, but it felt good like love. Then I somehow found out or remembered that I had to get to “Snowmass” right away for some reason. I couldn’t climb out of the pool without ripping up the banks of clover (I tried some, which distressed Laura somewhat). After giving up on the attempt (Laura said she didn’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.
I had to go to my “room” and get something, then run to my car before the landlord towed it (it was slightly over an hour again). I then took off…
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. I was kind of huddled down, because for some reason I was naked and didn’t want the other people on the road to see. Aianna was both disinterested and unconcerned, and Tristan didn’t even notice. 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… 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… 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. I apologized as best I could, and finally she cooled a bit… so I quickly kissed her on the cheek. 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.
Apparently my parents were driving us to meet Aianna’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. We were concerned when we got to the range, and started looking harder each time we passed another mile-marker. 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’t meet her mother that way. I had no pants… except (magickally) those green furry pants by my feet. Oh boy, these were awful, but I pulled them on. Aianna was also in a panic, she felt the short-sleeved shirt she had on was certainly scandalous by her mother’s standards… she was more worried about the shirt she had on than about the silly bright green fur pants I had on.
And the dream ended right about here. 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’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.
(Note to readers who are less aware of the people in my life: Laura was my 5th and last wife; Aianna is my “little sister”, 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’s not so little anymore.)