I think your dream sounds nice!
I often have dreams that include the Japan guys; most times they don't have a promiment role, just make an appearance somewhere in the background, or else it's the opposite extreme. But last night I had a tame dream about David (with a brief appearance by Steve).
It began in a boardroom. David and Steve looked as they do now. I was sitting at the head of the conference table. David and Steve were on opposite sides, glaring at each other. For a long time, nobody spoke. David would drum his fingers on the table. Steve would imitate him. David would frown and take a drink from a glass of water. Steve would do the same. Finally, David said to Steve, "You're being impossible!" Steve smirked and replied, "No, just exceedingly difficult."
I laughed and the dream changed.
Now David and I were in a television studio. There is a show here called something like "Design Star", where interior decorators compete to get their own design show. In my dream David was one of the contestants. I was just his cheerleader, sitting off to the side. The panel of judges announced their decision - it was a tie between David and a girl (who was someone I had worked with ages ago in real life) - they each would be getting their own show. A news crew appeared to interview David, and I stepped up - seems I was now his girlfriend or wife or something, that part wasn't clear. Anyway, I told the reporter interviewing us that "I'm immensely proud of David!" David smiled shyly, and said that "We're going shopping for new clothes!"
Suddenly we were on a long main street. Each of the shops was a log cabin. Across the street was a forest of giant Redwood trees - some had been carved into totem poles. The shops were having a sidewalk sale, mostly clothes. Racks and racks; lots of people shopping. It was cool outside and they were selling mainly pullovers and jackets. David stopped in front of a window display that had the ugliest pullover - he pointed to it and looked at me hopefully. I scolded him, "Absolutely no plaids! And navy is not allowed, you look like sh*t in it!" He wasn't very upset at my outburst, and proceeded to look through the racks, pulling out one ugly pullover after another - putrid pink with green blotches - powder blue with brown circles - each worse than the last. I kept saying, "No! Not that one!" Finally, I found a very nice brown one, like coffee with milk color, and it had a rust and dark green leaf pattern on each side. It was too small and I was going to try and find a larger size but as David went to put it on, it grew bigger and fit him very well. He said he would take it but that he would also like that icky pink one he found. Before I could protest, I heard a loud beeping and turned toward the source of the sound...
And found I had woken up and was staring at the alarm clock.
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