We were at my wife's cousin's place in Kentucky. They were lamenting that they could neither make any changes to their grounds nor sell the place, because the water runs off of it to the north until it reaches Turkey, which is insistent that nothing interfere with the water supply. We hiked along in the woods until we came to their new cabin getaway, of which they had (in the dream) previously shown us pictures. It was rustic and small, wide enough for a double- and a twin-sized bed with a few feet of space in between them. The view there was lovely, though.
In my next dream, I was overdue to call and schedule my next appointment. (In reality, this might be rooted in being due for my next guitar lesson.) When I called, it was actually to schedule an appointment with my overseeing therapy team, but there was another specialist with whom I'd been working in the interim, but slowly, at my own pace (when I got around to it, like I've been practicing my guitar lesson, in reality, come to think of it). The overseeing therapy team was insistent that it was well past time for me to have completed this phase of my program, and if I couldn't make it the priority it was supposed to be, I could expect to suffer the consequences of my decision.
I was told long ago (am talking decades here) that to start remembering more dreams, start recording them upon waking. This seems to be my experience of late. I am remembering many more dreams since I started including them in my blog. However, I'm not sure that I see much benefit in this activity, which I seem to have made into a routine despite never really intending to do so. I may keep doing this for a little while longer, but now with an eye toward deciding whether I should just stop.
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