I’m not certain if this was all the same dream or several strewn together throughout the course of the night. I was at my brother’s mother-in-law’s (S) house, but it was not any house that I have ever been at (his in-laws change houses often). I was anxious to leave and get back home (when traveling I am always waiting endlessly for returning home as I don’t like being away at all) and I think everyone was mad at me for wanting to rush things and be over with whatever was happening. The MIL was in a particularly foul mood, I thought I would be nice and do something special and so I reorganized her silverware drawer. She didn’t say anything and I think my mom had said, “A thank you would be nice.” I remember walking around the outside of the house at night.

Then Mom and I were driving on an endless highway. It was sort of sandy or snowy or both and the road and trip was never-ending.

Next I was in my sister-in-law’s old apartment building that she lived in while at college before she and my brother got married. However it wasn’t the one I remember. It was more of something out of a dark alley straight from Dickens’. I think I was helping her pack or something and then I was sitting in my living room watch this on a video tape. My mom was on the sofa dozing off. The scene moved from the apartment building to a gymnasium and now my father was part of the group and he began talking about something. (He died over 25 years ago and I have never dreamed about him since childhood.) I worried that the sound of his voice would freak Mom out but she was still sleeping.

Now, I was back in the apartment organizing and he came out of the bathroom, but not as I remember him from childhood (middle-aged and sickly). He appeared as I’ve seen him in old photos when he was in his 20s, a polished and dapper young man. He smiled at me and walked out the apartment door.

Back at the MIL’s house, although I think now it was my aunt’s house. Her nephew – whom I had spent some summers with at a beach house in my teen years and haven’t seen in 10 years) was there and a bunch of other people. I’m not sure who they all were, but I knew them all. He was leaving out the laundry room door and I was on the other end of the kitchen in the hall to the front. Someone yelled for me that he was leaving, but I turned rather nonchalantly and just gave a small wave.

He did the same and we both egressed in our separate ways.