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Morning of April 13, 2014. Sunday.



I am wandering about seemingly on the north-side of La Crosse but not in or near any places of people I know. I am apparently looking for something, but I am not sure what. I am absentmindedly assuming I am near my (fictional) home where my wife Zsuzsanna and our family live (even though they have never lived in America).

I eventually find myself near an area that looks sort of like a very large garage that comes out from an area covering at least half of three different backyards. It is fully open on one side to the east. There are three beds with the head assumed to be to the west wall. There are a couple cars also parked on the south side from where I am, parallel to the beds. I decide to lie down on the northernmost bed to have a rest from all my walking. The beds are clean and seemingly recently made.

A short time later, a car pulls in and parks at the southern end near the third bed. A male and female get out of the car. The girl of about twenty or so comes over and lies down in the bed I am in without paying much attention to me. She is pregnant, seemingly about eight to nine months, possibly nearly ready to give birth. The man comes over but is involved in something else and remains standing. I say something about not knowing that the bed was theirs but no one else says anything or seems to notice. I wake up before I get out of the bed in my dream.

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This dream is mostly a dream sign in itself (a bed being the most obvious dream sign). It also hints that a car in a dream is a residual memory of the dreamer’s bed. In this case, the garage is the liminal space. The otherwise unknown characters at the end are an “opposite” play on my wife Zsuzsanna and me waking up.