depth is relative

I just woke up from a dream I’m calling putting together what I no longer want.  The majority of the dream takes place in an ex-friend’s home.  I’m dealing with a kid she decided to raise, who shoots salted sprinklers inside her house.  My husband Fred and I are trying to maintain the situation, waiting for my ex-friend to return home from her new marriage.

What’s interesting is that we are no longer friends in waking life.  She divorced her second husband two years ago, and found a third husband who lives in another state.  She doesn’t want to continue our friendship.  Apparently, I am part of past memories she wants to forget. Continue reading “Putting Together What I No Longer Want” »