november 11, 2001. I had my other reoccurring dream last night. You may remember that my main reoccurring dream places me in Toronto at night, and then something always keeps me from enjoying a night out with my friends. Well, my second reoccurring dream takes place in this province. In it, I'm wandering my house (which is different every time, but it's the kind of thing that you know), and I discover rooms that I've never seen before or never used or forgotten about. Sometimes those rooms are full of neat stuff (once it held dusty bookshelves full of dolls and books), sometimes they're empty, and sometimes they have strangers inside. Last night I discovered 2 suites of rooms in my house that were housing 2 female students. In the dream I knew that I was living with them, but I couldn't figure out where they were hiding until I found their rooms. I had just resolved to let them use the rest of the house as well when the dream ended. That's another part of this dream: it always ends with some idea of how I will re-incorporate these spaces into my life. Now, what does this mean? I've sometimes thought that it referred to my constant low-grade anxiety about our housing situation; that we should be living in a cheaper space rather than wallowing in 2-bedroom luxury when we really can't afford it. Now that we don't have a vehicle I wonder if the dream refers to my anxiety that we're wasting our time here, that we're not exploring our surroundings because we've forgotten they existed. My equity professor would laugh and say in a mock serious tone, "Let me use my Jungian training on this. Amoret, what part of you is represented by those empty rooms?" Which is, I suppose, as good a question as any. Incidentally, we have now lived in this apartment for 14 months, which is the longest I've spent in any one space since I was 19 & moved out of my parents' house & into my first university dorm room. So maybe the dream represents restlessness? (Sigh. Let it go, you.) My dad called today. Due to the collapse of the discount airline Canada 3000, the cheapest, fastest travel option has become the train. So we're taking a locomotive back home for the holidays! We're kind of excited as you can tell. It's just all so romantic & fun! I'm sure we'll feel differently after spending 24 hours in an upright position, but there's no point in borrowing trouble. Also, this is why God invented Gravol. this time last year: I could live like I would never let him live