lucyoncolorado

My dream life was once pretty vivid and fun. Then I spent a year so busy that I hardly dreamed at all- or if I did, I wasn't aware of it in the morning. Things have slowed considerably the past month, so I've been noticing my dreams again. But gosh they are more boring and less vivid than they used to be. Or maybe I've just forgotten how to pay attention?

In which I have a conversation with my neighbor...

A large, well-dressed family arrives in the driveway of my neighbor's house. They are waiting to speak with him about some lucrative opportunity involving his home. They have not made an appointment. I see them through the window and call him up to let him know they are waiting. He asks me to stall them until he can get there. I go outside and make excuses. They are detached and properly polite. I can't tell if they are put out or not, but I get the sense that they don't want me to hang around and make small talk, so I tell them to make themselves at home and then I return to my own house.

Quite some time later, they are still waiting. I see one of the cars leave, and now only one couple and their driver are still waiting. I call my neighbor again and urge him to get home as soon as possible. He explains that he is trying to get there and asks me to stall them longer. I talk to the couple for a little longer, and then my neighbor arrives. He shows us around the house through secret hallways and hidden rooms that I had never seen before. The couple leaves.

My neighbor and I lean up against the fence in his yard and share a beer. It is night time and the stars are out. He tells me about some problems he is having and we have an intimate conversation. I feel really sad for him and think how much I like him and his family, and I really hope things work out for him. But I can think of no solutions for his problems. The whole dream just has a feeling of resignation and sadness. I remember feeling that life is so hard for so many good people.