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The dream arrived in three parts -- it really was unusually long, yet somehow constructed so that I still remembered the beginning at the end.
i: It is evening. I notice through my glass front door that three small boys are peering discontentedly in at me, obviously cross that they are at the wrong flat. I pull silly faces at them and they start to lark about a bit spitefully. I chase them downstairs with a small water bomb (actually a plastic cup with a tiny amount in it).
ii: After some in-between stuff I don't recall, I find myself in bed (in pyjamas and dressing gown) on their front lawn. (Being in bed on the pavement is actually quite a regular dream for me.) I can see the boys up the side of the house, and they can see me. (The house is a pretty huge sandstone townhouse; reminds me a bit of the very posh houses on Kennedy Road in the Shrewsbury of my youth, but actually bigger.) They inform their mum about me and she comes over: I am ready to be apologetic; as piratical as I sometimes am in the abstract, or in my head, lying comfortably in bed on someone else's lawn somewhat requires explanation or justification. But she is anxiously apologetic herself, and thanks me -- I don't know why. I can see the boys stull crossly gesticulating in the distance.
iii: I set off home, turn the wrong way and immediately get entirely lost. After a while -- this doesn't really bother me, I get lost a lot in dreams and seem to have cheerfully resigned myself to it -- I realise one of the small boys is tailing me, the one I'd guessed was actually the child of the mum (the other two being friends). I ambush him so he doesn't scamper off, and confront him: what's he got against me? (I invoke dream-logic here, m'lud: in real life, I think it's fair to say I'd be the villain of the story...)
But instead of anything against me, a flood of rage and frustration pours out about his family. It's Christmas, he says, "and HE's here. And so is Kim. But we have an agreement! Not the one-page one, the REALLY LONG one." I know with asking that "HE" is a second dad, by marriage or just a boyfriend -- that this an unhappily divorced family, and that Kim is his unwanted new sister. I sit him down -- on a rock or tree stump in a forest, or similar -- and very seriously explain to him that Kim is almost certainly as confused and unhappy as him. It feels very important to me that he and she becomes allies rather than enemies in this situation. I don't feel he's convinced, and I don't feel -- as I'm listening to myself speak -- that I'm making a terribly good case.
i: It is evening. I notice through my glass front door that three small boys are peering discontentedly in at me, obviously cross that they are at the wrong flat. I pull silly faces at them and they start to lark about a bit spitefully. I chase them downstairs with a small water bomb (actually a plastic cup with a tiny amount in it).
ii: After some in-between stuff I don't recall, I find myself in bed (in pyjamas and dressing gown) on their front lawn. (Being in bed on the pavement is actually quite a regular dream for me.) I can see the boys up the side of the house, and they can see me. (The house is a pretty huge sandstone townhouse; reminds me a bit of the very posh houses on Kennedy Road in the Shrewsbury of my youth, but actually bigger.) They inform their mum about me and she comes over: I am ready to be apologetic; as piratical as I sometimes am in the abstract, or in my head, lying comfortably in bed on someone else's lawn somewhat requires explanation or justification. But she is anxiously apologetic herself, and thanks me -- I don't know why. I can see the boys stull crossly gesticulating in the distance.
iii: I set off home, turn the wrong way and immediately get entirely lost. After a while -- this doesn't really bother me, I get lost a lot in dreams and seem to have cheerfully resigned myself to it -- I realise one of the small boys is tailing me, the one I'd guessed was actually the child of the mum (the other two being friends). I ambush him so he doesn't scamper off, and confront him: what's he got against me? (I invoke dream-logic here, m'lud: in real life, I think it's fair to say I'd be the villain of the story...)
But instead of anything against me, a flood of rage and frustration pours out about his family. It's Christmas, he says, "and HE's here. And so is Kim. But we have an agreement! Not the one-page one, the REALLY LONG one." I know with asking that "HE" is a second dad, by marriage or just a boyfriend -- that this an unhappily divorced family, and that Kim is his unwanted new sister. I sit him down -- on a rock or tree stump in a forest, or similar -- and very seriously explain to him that Kim is almost certainly as confused and unhappy as him. It feels very important to me that he and she becomes allies rather than enemies in this situation. I don't feel he's convinced, and I don't feel -- as I'm listening to myself speak -- that I'm making a terribly good case.
