Dear MC,
Also had a bad dream last night--two of them really. Involved that teacher from high school. His wife had passed away (yeah, I know--obvious much, subconscious?) and there was some memorial service at the school that I wanted to attend. My parents were begging me not to, trying to get me to leave school early so I wouldn't go. The teacher told me it was OK to attend, but I shouldn't stay till the end because that would seem inappropriate. And that they'd probably only have vegetables and bread for me to eat (I'm vegetarian), but I said that would be fine. Woke up as I was wandering halls of school, trying to get away from my parents and find memorial.

Next dream was an actual funeral for his wife, only it was taking place at 3 a.m. in this underground church. There was a guestbook to sign that had some names typed in it, and mine and H's were in there, so it felt like it was OK I was there. But there was little room to write by my name. Ran into a guy from college there, and was like, "Hi! Didn't expect to see you here," and he was like, "Yeah, you know you're not supposed to greet people at funerals." Another guest told me that, too.

They were giving video presentations showing the artwork and multimedia stuff his wife had apparently done. And they all had Modest Mouse songs in the background--I was thinking that seemed an odd choice, particularly when they used "Bury Me With It." Also ran into a few other people I knew there, including T, which is part of what made me think it was actually about you... (Well, and the fact that your wife just passed away and you're also a male authority figure that I fear would abandon me, of course.)

Then I got home, and my parents were up waiting for me (not sure where H was in all this, but I assume it was supposed to be happening in the past). My dad was eating a ridiculous amount of pizza and kept trying to get me to eat more, but I felt sick. I tried brushing my teeth, but the toothpaste turned into chewing gum. I think that's when I woke up.

So yeah, that's all going to be floating around in my head amidst all the other stuff when I go into today's session. But I won't actually talk about the dream, of course (probably to T tomorrow). Just...be kind and accepting of the other stuff, OK? And maybe throw in an apology or two or appreciation for us bearing with the move or something.

Love you,
LT