Dreams

True story. Last night I had the strangest dream. I dreamt I lived in a house that was only partially finished. I remember the porch wrapped around at least three sides of the house and was very deep and it was made with wide boards and was open and airy, despite a solid banister that came up to my waist.

To get to my house I had to stop beside this other house with the same type porch and then walk across that porch and thru this mall-like area full of little frou-frou shops and cafes, each with several small tables on the sidewalk out front. These tables and the people at the mall made it extremely hard to get though.

I couldn’t see anyone at the first house, but I could somehow “sense” who lived there and when I walked across their porch I lingered for a few minutes, wanting to invite them to my house. I knew they were there, because as I approached the house I could see their cars parked out back, but I never bumped into them.

The weird part to the dream is although I couldn’t “see” the people in this house, I knew who they were; John Rose, Debbie Husky and Jake Lane.

I guess you don’t have to be Freud to interpret the dream. Over the past couple of years I have attempted to contact each of them, along with many others, but I haven’t tried to contacting them in a long time.

In psychology class once we were told dreams like this meant you were obsessing over something, but I don’t think I am, or at least no more than I have been in the past. There is also nothing significant about either of the people involved that I’m aware of . They were all three what I called “hall friends”, meaning we spoke when we saw each other, but didn’t move in the same circles and very seldom saw each away from school.

I would still like them to stop by my place for a visit though. :)