Last night's dream took place very late at night at the house in New Jersey. I wandered from my sister's former bedroom downstairs, through the kitchen and upstairs to a new wing of the house. In a room which was the mirror image of my sister's room was raddidge. She was sitting on the floor, fully concentrating on the computer and ignoring me.
"Why don't you talk to me anymore?" I asked.

Stony silence. I walked around her hoping to make eye contact and remind her that I still existed but it was as if she was on a lazy susan which always kept her back to me.

When I woke up, I didn't want to function as a human. Unfortunately the most urgent part of my humanity was demanding attention and minutes later Spot was cradled in my arms while we sat together in the dark bathroom. Spot made me feel like everything's going to be okay.

Still the dream bugs me like a prior dream. I just spent thirty minutes looking for it. The one where I was dead and raddidge was holding my corpse and shouting at me with such betrayal in her voice that she loved him, the dead spivak, not me.