Dream 32

I dreamed my first wife (by common law), with whom I have had no contact for the last ten or more years, angrily pulled on my arm. The next night, she was in my kitchen. I told her a story of a dream within the dream, that we had taken a hotel room in the far north with a white mountain on the horizon, and my telling her the dream mollified her. If she still thinks of me in anger, maybe she will come across this and recognize me in it, offering it to her, and it will settle her anger.

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