Week Old Dream

Between four and five dreams went unannotated in the last week, but I couldn’t pass up mentioning this one, from last weekend.

Fuzzy now, but here’s the bits I remember : I was living in this house that had a strongly sloping and very long backyard that ended in a lake. The house was made of dark wood and had a whole series of windows along the back side of the house. It was winter and the snow back there was deep. I was trying to send email to They Might Be Giants about something I considered urgent and meriting a reply, but I was not getting an answer. My husband told me to calm down because John and John always have trouble with their email while on the road. Couldn’t I remember how John had struggled with his PDA while on stage. When he said it, I could remember, and so I calmed down.