{"id":186,"date":"2005-10-25T10:41:14","date_gmt":"2005-10-25T14:41:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2005\/10\/25\/let-me-in\/"},"modified":"2005-10-25T10:41:14","modified_gmt":"2005-10-25T14:41:14","slug":"let-me-in","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2005\/10\/25\/let-me-in\/","title":{"rendered":"LET ME IN!"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I wasn’t able to log-in yesterday to update my blog. I guess there was something wrong with the server. Either way, I’m back today…<\/P>
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…but with not much to say.<\/P>
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My weekend was spent on the Cape visiting with the parents (and Dusty). It was really relaxing – just what the doctor ordered after this nasty cold\/sinus thing I had. Dusty has really matured in the past year. Now that she’s no longer a puppy, she actually lays on your lap. At night, she curls into a little ball and plops herself down right against my chest. In fact, on Friday night I REALLY caught up on sleep – getting 11 hours. Dusty stayed with me the entire time (in addition to her mental maturity, her bladder has apparently matured, too).<\/P>
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Then last night I had the strangest dream. Every element of the dream was based on real events in my life over the past few years, but every element was simultaneously completely different. That probably doesn’t make sense – let me explain.<\/P>
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I was still in a long term relationship with Matt, but it wasn’t with the Matt I know. We still owned a condo, but it wasn’t one of the condos we owned. The condo was in Salem, but it looked like Paris. The condo, like our two condos, had harbor views, but this one was right on the water. The condo was on the top floor (as was our Salem condo), but the top floor in this building was 6 floors. I worked at Harvard, but not in my current position. Two people had died in my life recently in this dream, but the dream didn’t specify who they were.<\/P>
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Anyway, in the dream I went to work and a co-worker (who I don’t really know very well in real life) looked completely different. In real life, this person is thin, tall, blonde and married. In my dream, she was short, pudgy and a lesbian. She came to my office for what I thought was to congratulate me on a promotion, when in fact she was there to throw a party thanking me for the work I’d done managing the estate of my dead friend. During the party, she painted me a picture of Fred Flintsone to hang in my office (her way of saying thank you). <\/P>
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I then returned to Salem (Paris) and found that a French language radio station moved into the lobby. I took the elevator up to my condo and the hallway was that of an apartment I had in Newburyport back in the early 1990’s. This elevator also had windows and we watched whales bobbing in the water.<\/P>
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Then I woke up. What does this mean?<\/P><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I wasn’t able to log-in yesterday to update my blog. I guess there was something wrong with the server. Either way, I’m back today… …but with not much to say. My weekend was spent on the Cape visiting with the parents (and Dusty). It was really relaxing – just what the doctor ordered after this […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":74,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-186","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/186","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/74"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=186"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/186\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=186"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=186"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=186"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}