Dream Journal

I’m looking through this book of pictures of a organizational soccer meeting. I vaguely remember taking some of these pictures earlier. But now it’s laid out in book form, in the type of well-designed photo book that Rebecca’s made before. But it’s incredibly boring — so many pictures of a soccer meeting, repeat pictures of the back of someone I thought I recognized. Nobody familiar in it . . . a few pages had one picture of someone I didn’t know with tons of text all around it. I closed the book and it was indeed one of Rebecca’s photo books. The idea of her making a photo book of a soccer meeting, a hundred pages long, and taking months to make and costing lots of money became more and more ridiculous to me.

I joked with her about it, that she’d made 3 books covering our relationship, each spanning 10 years, and this soccer meeting was the equivalent size of one of those? I was not really upset or anything, just teasing her about it. Jamie overheard and jumped in, asking questions and laughing about it. This part all seemed to be near-realm telepathy. There wasn’t any physical representation of Rebecca or Jamie, just an awareness of them and conversing with them. Rebecca (who was awake at the time) was lightly defending herself, and after a bit I put a stop to it, saying “what’s done is done.” I didn’t really believe any of this was real, aware at some level that this was a dream.