[Dreamed the night after Dad died.]
Dreams about missing the bus for school. So I drove in the silver car in the rain. I got to Boston and I had trouble finding a parking space. And then I went up into a museum I forget why
I dreamed that I was in the top floor of an empty library, on a threshold or landing. Off to my left a light began to shimmer, pure and bright. ‘Something is uncanny here,’ I thought. I turned my attention to the light, and it materialized into a small skeleton-gentleman, about 8 inches high. I was shocked, awed, delighted. ‘I can do it! I can see spirits!’ I looked at the gentleman, and he looked at me. I assured him we had nothing to fear from each other, though my dream-heart was racing. When I woke up, I remembered the dream all at once and laughed at its absurdity.
And then I came back down. I had so much trouble finding the car. I was despairing of finding the car and I called home. Randy was looking on a map to help me find it. But I couldn’t. I thought of calling Zarmik to help me. I ended up coming home and I knew that there would be some incredible parking ticket afterwards. But then I thought the next day I think I knew where it was.