More reflections on my dream...
The dream must have had something to do with going back "home"--both to Portland and to my family, and not finding things as I left them. I didn't really have that feeling conciously when I was actually there, though. To the contrary, I felt like nothing ever changes there, as if it's time warped or something. Every time I go to my parents house, even if my visits are six months apart, I can count the changes on one hand.
So why the dream, then?