And then I lose track.
25 May 2011
Dreams again. The primary thread had to do with an RV that was owned by my family, or my family in the dream—our last name was White, that had been stolen by our neighbours, previously though to be friends, but apparently rivals. Proving ownership one way or the other was fraught with unexpected difficulties and unforeseen narrative twists. And of course a tinge of surreality to everything.