The Third Mrs. H

Dreamed that Bill was getting married again. Wife 3 was befriending Wife 1, which even in the dream context seemed a bit odd. She was very pleasant. I asked her where she’d come from originally, and she told me, “North Carolina.” The one impediment to perfect happiness in the upcoming marriage was children – she wanted one; Bill didn’t. Bill already had something like nine children in the dream, three of them with me.

Then I was on a train with Ben. A very crowded train. Abruptly, Ben bolted from my side, and I began to yell, “Where are you going? We’re gonna be leaving in 10 seconds!” And thought to myself, Well, I guess if he train takes off without him, I’ll just wait at the destination.

Then Ben came back, and he was dragging Robin – who was six years old and dressed up in the costume he’d been wearing as a Lost Boy in the Carmel Mission Peter Pan play from so very long ago:



Robin did not want to be on that train. He kicked and screamed, and the moment Ben put him down, he took off again.

Ted died. Not unexpected. Still sad.