There is a wealthy man who is with a young woman assistant. He lives in a penthouse. I am there. The man has a dog he bought from Sweden. The has some husky in him. At first he is on a chain and is not friendly. He is taken off the chain and then becomes friendly.
I have to tell this man the photos didn’t turn out. I have not done so yet. The man is very snobby. I am with someone. It could be Paul. We are to leave. I am missing a part of the book I am reading and I look for it. I tell the man and his assistant about it. (don’t know if I do find it).
The man’s friends come to visit. I go to the bathroom and lock the door.
I think the snobby man may represent my inner critic. I just listened to This Jungian LIfe about the inner critic. I have been very down on myself about messing up the group and family photos over the 4th of July. I got help from Wendell, a teacher I have from the photos club in AZ. He tried to find out what happened. He is stumped. If all the photos had the green florescent outlines that would be one thing, but half were fine. He did say that it wasn’t my fault, whatever. That helped me feel better. I then wrote to my sibs and explained everything. It was interesting how critical I was about the photos.
Maybe Wendell being stumped and telling your the errors are not your fault is like the dog being happy when the chain is released.