HURT

Nap

Dreamed Geekfriend, her husband, and three boys came to visit. My ex-wife was outwardly gracious, but made so many snide remarks, "under the radar" that Geekfriend made eye contact with me each and every time. She was on her laptop mostly - still interacting with all of us, but always researching the next thing we were talking about. My two kids were entertaining her three, and they were all having a great time; they were wandering around the neighborhood and coming in and out excitedly telling their parents what they experienced. Toby was working on building a new house in the geographic shelf in the rock quarry above the house in which they currently lived. It was going to be accessed via ladders. Living in a rock quarry was certainly unique, and they were looking to expand their space.

My son soon left, my daughter jumped in the shower, and I was showing her boys my library, computer room, and a handful of projects I was working on. Her youngest was carrying around a laptop connected to a backpack he never took off, often drawing, notating, or recording new things he came across - as well as playing the realtime simulation game loaded on it. Oh, and the cats loved all the attention they were getting!

At one point I heard a crash in the bathroom and rushed over and opened the door enough to put my head through yelling, "OMG what was that? Are you okay?" My daughter had simply dropped something heavy on the tile floor and it echoed as it fell and skittered which is what had created the rukus. I closed the door and went back to our guests. Her kids were curious (and excited) about EVERYTHING. With both my kids otherwise engaged I continued on adventures around the house involving all sorts of complex puzzles which they enjoyed solving - the cats were now following us everywhere.

Back in the living room I heard an even larger crash in the bathroom which sounded much more substantial as it kept cascading, and this time my daughter let out an audible yelp. I rushed to the bathroom once again, swung open the door, and stuck my head in, repeating verbatim (but with far more alarm in my voice), "OMG what was that? Are you okay??" My daughter was no longer behind the shower curtain, had one leg lifted, and was calmly shaving it. She was standing in a position which exposed absolutely everything, which is absolutely not what I expected to see after such an explosive ruckus. The kids' mother was in the bathroom with her, off to the side, and said cooly, "That's the second time you've stuck your head in the bathroom while she's been in the shower. That's a problem." I was...shocked. I've *never* stuck my head in the bathroom while she's been in there. I thought it was an emergency and said so. "Twice?" she replied.

The kids' mom came out of the bathroom and began a smear campaign against me to Geekfriend, her husband, and kids. They were all rather aghast at her calculating words and intent. Geekfriend finally spoke up but was cut off, "You forget I was in the Air Force also, and know honor." I didn't remember her serving? Did she? I was trying to remember. I pictured her in uniform and it came flooding back that yes of course she was, that's where I'd met her, when we were both enlisted. [Note: I did meet her while I was in the Air Force, but she was the civilian wife of a co-worker.] She marched out of the house in a huff. I felt horrible.

Everyone shrugged it off and we got back to planning our evening and further exploration - there was much more to see and find within the house. The kids and I had made it a game and we had to climb over several pieces of large furniture then drop carefully down to make it to my son's room for the next object in our quest. Parker was dressed and had rejoined us. It was almost like a real life puzzle game we were playing and the youngest was keeping track of inventory and mapping on the laptop, still wearing the backpack.

So much more rich and complex content took place within my dream but it was fading quickly. I'm pretty sure Cass was there as well at some point.