The following is an actual dream included in my dream journal, and does not describe actual facts
Dream of:05 June 1994 (2) "Administrative Law"
I had arrived in Portsmouth, and was on the Eighth Street side of the Gay Street House, getting ready to enter the House. I had just returned from college where I had dropped out of a law class which I had been taking. The class had been taught by an attractive, blonde female professor in her mid 30s. I was beginning to regret having dropped out of the class – perhaps I should have stayed in the class and talked to the professor every day after class so I could get to know her and learn something from her. I thought she was required to be in the classroom every day after class from 3 to 3:30. But now it was too late.
I couldn't remember exactly the type of class, but I thought it had been administrative law. I realized I couldn't remember anything I had ever learned in administrative law. I knew some day I would have to take a bar exam. At that time I would have to review everything and hopefully it would come back. But at the moment, I had forgotten everything.
When I walked onto the porch, I saw that both the door on the Eighth Street side and the door on the Gay Street side were open, and that a woman was standing in each door. As I first started to enter the Eighth Street door, a group of women (probably in their 50s) began walking out. They looked as if they were coming from a party. On the porch was sitting a tray with some rich, creamy pieces of candy on it.
I walked around the porch to the Gay Street side and entered the door there. Inside I sawChrista, whom I briefly hugged. Also in the room was a healthy-looking man (in his mid 40s) whom I had never met, but whom I had seen once before. I was unsure, but I thought he might be my mother's new boyfriend. When I stretched out my right hand to shake his hand, I recalled that I had stubbed my right thumb so I couldn't move it. I told the man I would have to shake his hand as best I could. I grabbed his hand with my right fingers and squeezed.
I walked upstairs where my father was. When I entered the upstairs room, I was surprised to see my uncle George sitting on the floor, and my uncle Ronald sitting on the couch. Having not seen either of them in a long time, I was happy to see them now. I first walked to Ronald, bent over with my arms around him and hugged. He seemed frail. I put my head close to his neck and said, "Well, hello, old man. Good to see you."
I was choked emotionally, I hadn't seen him in such a long time. I raised my head and looked at him. At first I thought he might be crying. But he wasn't. He just seemed happy and content.
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