It's a Wonderful Life (high school reunion)
This morning's series of dreams ended with an "It's a Wonderful Life" dream, apparently the high school reunion edition. I was in a dream with a few people discussing getting VPN access to a client's computer network, when the dream holodeck suddenly changed to this high school reunion in my house. It started with a few people -- people I barely knew -- and then just kept getting larger and larger.
I had to go down to the basement of this house for a few minutes, and found an old classmate named David behind the bar, and we were talking about Jim and getting a poker game together, and then Adam and Scott G showed up, along with some other people I can't remember. I do remember thinking the basement was warm, so I checked the thermostat on the way back up the stairs, and it was one of those older round thermostats, and the needle showed about 68 or 69 degrees.
When I got upstairs and opened the door, I was stunned at how many people were up there, all faces that I remembered. Two women gave me a second gift as I entered the room; I can't remember why, but they had given me one gift a little while before, and then this one. I was very moved by seeing everyone again, and looked out one of our picture windows, and saw some snow outside. I said to my wife that it would be really pretty if it was snowing, and she said that if it was snowing, all these people probably wouldn't be here.
In other dreams ... since the OBE two nights ago, I've had several bad dreams, and either forced myself to wake up, or woke up from fear. There have also been a bunch of nonsense dreams I couldn't begin to interpret. I have no idea why I'd have a high school reunion dream -- when I was in high school all I wanted to do was get out of there, and I didn't talk much to most classmates -- but these other dreams are so far out I couldn't even begin to explain them.
Oops, except for one. The night following my OBE, I spent half the evening in England. Why, I don't know, but it came after what could be referred to as a "psychic attack". I recovered from that, and then went to England ... for some unknown reason.
And now, I have to run. I have a followup appointment with a doctor this morning after the hospital episode last week.