In the dream, I was sitting at the end of a long table in a setting like a library, although it may have been a restaurant. I was talking with a man from Indian. One of us spoke of another person we might both know. Another man from India joined us. (Not the person we had just discussed.)<\/p>\n
My Droog, John Merck, appeared nearby, letting his presence be known without interrupting the discussion.<\/p>\n
I got up from the table to hug John, who was much younger than he is in real life. When we ended our hug, John said, "You’re wearing potato pants!" I didn’t notice anything odd about my pants and John did not explain his remark.<\/p>\n
John began to speak in an odd mock-accent he intended to be funny. I couldn’t understand much of what he said, even when he repeated it, but I knew there was a joke in the message as well as the medium. I was irritated.<\/p>\n
Another old friend appeared in young form: Charlene came up with a 10 year-old dark-haired boy. I awoke.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In the dream, I was sitting at the end of a long table in a setting like a library, although it may have been a restaurant. I was talking with a man from Indian. One of us spoke of another person we might both know. Another man from India joined us. (Not the person we … Continue reading Old Friends (a dream)<\/span>