Unlike most nights, I remembered this dream. However, far too typically, some details were being lost even as I was committing the rest to memory.

I'm in bed with a 9 year old brunette who resembles a cross between Amara Miller ⚠️ ↗ ( from The Descendants ) and my former AGF Beatrice ( who looked just like American Girl character Kaya ⚠️ ↗. ) We are both nude.

The dream was very tactile and I can feel her skin as she embraces me. I can feel her rubbing against me. At one point I'm admiring the freckles on her shoulders. In the next moment I'm resting my head on her stomach with my eyes closed.

Then I think, "But I'm married. How can I commit to her given the circumstances? I'm being unfair to her."

As in dreams, I suddenly realize, "Hey, I divorced Julia ( my Ex-wife ) long ago. I can commit to this girl."

The scene reveals itself as a large canopy bed, practically a small tent. Light is streaming in past the canary yellow thin curtains which are pulled back to the pillars.

I realize that there are folks passing by in the courtyard where the bed is, and that they can see us together in loving embrace. At first I'm becoming paranoid about the strangers. Then I remember that they're our servants. .... But servants sometimes talk too much....

So I stand up to dress. Next to my white linen suit ( I don't have any such thing in RL, ) are a few stacks of underwear in colorful surf prints that look more like the surfing art on '70s vans. I think that "prints must be in this season." But none of the underwear is my size. And in that moment I realize that it must be my birthday and these are gifts from folks who never asked what size I wear.

As I look up, large iridescent bubbles are floating by. I decide to pop one for fun. But it resists as though it were made of cellophane. I start to toss them to my LGF.

Then I woke up.

Note; some elements of the dream had real sources. Earlier that day I'd had lunch with Beatrice ( who looks very good for a gal in her late 30s. ) Also I'd been thinking about Amara Miller after posting my GirlCademy Awards.

And speaking of films, later that day I'd seen David Cronenberg's A Dangerous Method in which Carl Jung had to abandon his great love because he was already married.

Dante