Quick dream note, before the vision fades away completely...this morning I was dreaming that I still lived in the house in which I grew up, and a bright summer rain, all silky and shimmery, was falling. For some reason I couldn't go outside and watch, and I was upset. Sidebar...I had a front porch, growing up, a stout cement one, that still served as a place to watch rain...I wonder if that experience contributed to my current love of meteorological phenomenon. Anyway, in the dream, I was searching for an apartment. I don't believe this has anything to do with me wanting a new place to live or to do get away from my family or anything. I think it has to do with the desire to create a new place to live, mentally, rather than the limited perspective, the tired walls, if you will of where I live now. Does that make sense? I need to check with Mary. More later.