In the first one, i am standing in the downstairs of a house i do not recognize in my waking life, but is mine in this life. i am standing, holding a pose as ExA walks through the door. As in most of my dreams, i cannot recall the conversation, but it involves my pose re-enacting a scene from Truly, Madly Deeply. We argue, and she tells me this idea won't work. i protest, but she becomes more and more certain in her words that it is useless. i am crestfallen.
In the second one, i am in a courthouse that resembles a large dining hall, like Ballards on Block Island. The judge calls me to the stand, an uncomfortable wooden bench not unlike an old school desk, and announces that i am testifying for my second divorce.
In the dream, i am sad that i am getting divorced again; when i awaken i realize that i am getting divorced everyday. Tomorrow it will be two years since ExA told me to leave the house.
The Land and The Sea grow more and more beautiful each day; i have met and laughed with many good friends, and drowned in sensual darkness with lovely women. These will accumulate with the years, and i become less and less convinced they will eventually wash you from me.
