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Last night I only remember a bit of one of the dreams I had.
I think it was a night and I was riding in an automobile.
I was in the back seat talking with a woman with blonde hair and she looked like a more attractive version of the character
Alexandra Cabot on Law & Order: Special Victims Unit.
I do not remember most of what we talked about, but I do remember asking her if she had ever tried to learn another language.
She said that she took an intense French class once, but she gave up because it was too hard and that she still wanted to learn French one day.
I told her that I too wanted to learn French, and that I was in the process of trying to learn it.
So I started to practice some phrases I learned using
Pimsleur’s French with her.
I remember asking her if she spoke English and if she spoke French. (In French of course)
I can not remember what other phrases we practiced.
We seem to have a lot in common and she seemed to be flirting with me too, anyway I went to the front of the automobile and talked with the driver a bit.
I asked him about his automobile mostly I believe, on the passenger side of the dashboard there was a digital map of the World that moved strangely.
You could see the continents and the name of the continents, but the map kept moving in ways that changed the shape of the continents.
I thought it was strange but interesting, and still did not realize this was a dream.
I turned on the radio and there was a song in French playing, it was a song by
Camille called Ta Douleur.
I thought that was strange and interesting since I had never heard a song in French on the radio before in the United States.
I still did not realize this was a dream and I continued to listen to the song.
The next thing I can remember is that it was now day, and the man dropped me and the woman off at a nice looking apartment complex.
There was a nice big clean parking lot, and the apartment complex may have only had one floor.
There probably were not many apartments, and I think they all were connected by sidewalks and each led to a garden-like park in the middle of the complex.
Me and the woman went into the house talking, and we probably were talking about starting a romantic relationship or dating or going on a date.
The apartment looked nice and was kind of dark because most of the blinds were closed.
The apartment had a modern, clean, natural, Japanese, and efficient style to it.
I looked around the apartment a bit as we talked.
During some part of our chat I found out that the man who dropped us off was her husband, and that this was his apartment.
I started to ask her why she did not tell me that earlier and why was she flirting with me, and talking about us possibly dating if she was married.
I was somewhat surprised and annoyed since that is against my beliefs, as she went to explain herself I saw her husband walking across the parking lot to the apartment.
He came in and had no idea about what was going, and he thought we were just talking about French or something.
I told her that she needed to make a decision on whether she was going to divorce him and for some reason her husband did not hear it, and I left.
As I walked across the parking lot I thought it was odd that her husband did not notice her flirting with me during the time we drove to the apartment, and I wondering what should I do.
Wait for her to divorce her husband and then date her?
Have an affair with a married woman?
Then I woke up,
-John Jr 🙂