Our dream group is meeting in a large two-story space. It’s Peter’s dream. He has shared a few details when Bonnie interrupts and says my dream has an identical theme. I am standing behind a large brown paper wall, like the backdrop to a theater stage. I tear a hole in it shaped like an arrowhead, creating a small window through which I disperse copies of my dream. I start to read my dream and Peter becomes livid. This shocks me into remembering that he is The Dreamer. Immediately I apologize but it is too late. He and Pat have marched down the staircase to the lower level. I realize that I must leave our group for good and I am heartbroken. I depart from the house, sobbing, and get into my car. It is parked on a dirt road, facing the wrong direction. I have to turn it around in order to get to the exit road.
I woke up worried that this could be a precognitive dream.