…Action dream last night. Only remember snippets.
I wasn’t running the show. I was only being buffetted around from place to place, not because I wanted to be, but because I was following the general moment. There was some kind of olympic competition–either swimming or vaulting. I made a dive, or jump, after the fact. A man in my dream had lost a competition, I think. I was kind of going over what he’d done wrong.
At the beginning of the dream I was interested in buying a house that was situated outside the city–on a country lane with other houses nearby. (It seems like the same isolated town I dream of from time to time–an unfriendly, hostile place. Where is it? What does it mean to me? Why do I dream about it? Something in my past?) Anyway, about the house, I didn’t think K would like it, but I hoped she would so that we could buy it. I never did get around to telling her about it. The action of the dream prevented it. We ended up in another place.
