An interesting dream:
I was in a front porch of a house and, through the screen window, I could see into the porch of the next house. I was on some kind of a scooter or flying toy. I made a running start with it, flew through the screen and the one next door, ripping both. My urge was to get to the next porch in the same manner, but I thought better of it, so I walked out the front door.
Next, I was in court for the reckless incident. The judge sentenced me to 362 days in jail. The judge’s secretary was very kind to me. She went out and got me something to eat. I thought the judges sentence was too harsh for the crime.
In another sequence of this dream I had moved into a new apartment and had been living there for a short time. Most of my things were in boxes, and I hadn’t done much to set up house. (Deb was there, but not living with me.) I felt very much that I still hadn’t found a place to live. She certainly hadn’t.My feeling was that we would be looking for a place together–not for us, but for her.
I still felt I didn’t have a place but, when I surveyed the apartment I was in, I realized it was a peaceful, healing place that was far enough from the caretaker that I wasn’t bothered by him at all.
