Dreamt of walking deeper and deeper into our garden to where the grapes were starting to ripen. I was excited to find a rich purple one as big as my fist. The more I looked, the more unusually large ones I saw. And I knew they would all be delicious.
Dreamt of watching as a fancy sports car pulled up. Inside was a sharp-dressed man with a crisp white shirt, black vest, and perfectly-groomed beard sitting next to a beautiful blonde woman with long legs and a short golden dress. They were laughing and carrying on as the pulled away from the sidewalk. Watching them go, I thought to myself, “I want that.” But I wasn’t referring to the clothes, the car, the woman, or even the beard. I wanted the unadulterated confidence the man exuded.
Dreamt of lying in bed with Yuko-hime and our young son. He was trying to walk with my aid but kept tripping over the blankets. Yuko-hime got up to go to the other room for a moment and our son started crying. “Don’t worry,” I told him, “Momma will be right back.” He stopped crying as soon as she came back in the room.
Dreamt of spending a long weekend with Yuko-hime in an old, classy hotel detailed in warm, rich woodwork. It has a bar with a small space for musicians to set up. The first two nights they just had an accoustic guitarist, which really wasn’t my cup of tea. But the last night they had a three-piece rockabilly band and I was disappointed there wasn’t room to dance.
Dreamt that Yuko-hime and I had moved into a new apartment building that had group showers, rather than a shower for each unit. And the shower room was underconstruction. There was no place to put my clothes except a stepladder in the center of the room. I had trouble finding a place to put the ladder so I could hang my pants out of the incidental spray from the showerheads while at the same time keeping my money and credit cards from falling out of my pocket.
Dreamt that we had to take shelter from the blizzard in the parking lot. Coleman W. figured out that if we dug narrow trenches into the snow below our cars, we would be out of the wind and sheets were all we needed to keep warm. The trenches had to be narrow, though, so only one person per trench and only one trench per vehicle.
Dreamt of waking up terrified, from a nightmare, and Yuko-hime refused to hold me. I rolled over and woke up crying.