......."I can still smell the scent of the campfires when I think back to the night it all began."It was either very early or very late depending on w...hich way you looked at it but dawn was just starting to appear on the eastern horizon. I was wandering around the camping fields happily pissed and somewhat stoned. I was still on a big high from us pulling the rally off again, and was enjoying the crack with those rallyists who had not already passed out or crashed out.The matte black transit van. This dream was different. I had to give it some serious thought. I didn’t mind. In fact, I loved doing it, because it was a dream about you. Some of the symbolism in this dream is obvious. The cafe table and the cups of coffee are things we’ve talked about as a part of our first meeting. Waiting to be together is something we’ve also talked about. At first, we wanted to meet to get to know each other better. Then we wanted to meet so we could see each other. After a while, we wanted to be able. When they’d disappeared and the men had placed the second desk where she wanted it and added two filing cabinets and they’d left, Dyan called Leigh. ‘Mom, I have a man in my office.’ ‘Oh lucky you. May I have him as a discard?’ ‘Mom, stop being silly. Dad has brought in this work efficiency and management consultant to run through our operation with a fine tooth comb.’ ‘I would have thought that was both sensible and desirable.’ ‘Perhaps, but daddy has placed the jerk with me in my office and. My family dynamic changed pretty drastically. I was just 16 at the time. Came home from my buddies house blazed and after a couple underage beers . Opened the door. Kicked my shoes off and walked into the living room. My mom , passed out on lazy boy type chair . As per usual. Snoring away as the tv played in the background. My aunt . Usually passed out beside her on the couch was nowhere to be seen . Not thinking to much of it . I grabbed a bag of chips and headed to my room. Swinging the door.