Last night, I dreamed that my kids’ mom and I were getting along.
I’m going to call it foreshadowing. We can’t possibly be enemies forever.
I was in some kind of school setting, and there were some field exercises. I was able to fly, but I didn’t because I didn’t leave. I didn’t want to distance myself from my team.
I always fly away. I think that part of the dream means that I’m lonely.
It was a little weird that I saw the kids’ mom, but I didn’t see the kids. Their mom and I were exchanging journals and photos on some small, weird laptops. One of the machines was all command-line.
There was some partying, some kind of celebration toward the end of the dream. And it felt like I was in New York because there were a lot of people with New York accents congregating and fellowshipping.
It was an ok dream. I would not recommend it to a friend.