D. arrives for a visit (highly unlikely in waking life). He is cheerful and energetic. I welcome him as we stand in front of the house and look out at the front yard, which stretches parklike for several acres in the dream. There is a wide semi-circular driveway beneath spreading oak(?) trees. I start to explain that he must see this as we see it--still in development, much work to be done, etc. Essentially I'm being defensive about what I perceive to be the faults on view. He brusquely shrugs me off, a little irritated that I'm so pathetically defensive. I grab his upper arm and force him to turn back and look at the yard again, attempting to explain that I'm not being defensive but just wanting him to know all the great things we've got planned for the place. Looking ahead, not backwards.
We go in the house, where there is much food and he quickly begins preparing some.
Awake after the dream, I feel like it was essentially a positive visit. The night before this one was so wretched, that this dream feels like a welcome visitation by a benign spirit.
