appearances and details Sept 9, 2023

Here is another dream I had recently. The Friday before the knife dream and the one after that. I've been trying to put it all together, but am just getting brief intense visuals and somewhat disconnected segments.
Now, this dream disturbed me , and I think it was the first in the recent disturbing series.
There was this guy named Scott. I don't remember anything about his appearance except that he had long, skinny legs and he jumped around a lot. And was (or seemed) happy
He and I married. After some long convoluted courtship, but I don't remember what the convulsions thereof were.
My brother Chip, the oldest of my brothers kept asking me how I liked being married in a wink-wink, nudge-nudge fashion and I kept deflecting the conversation (it was a group conversation.) My sisters were just glad to see me having some happiness, but he kept bringing it back up in the same way, and I finally asked him, an a manner both dignified and annoyed, if he had forgotten I'd been married before for nearly thirty years, which finally shut him up.
Didn't take long for the problems to start showing up, though. Scott was more Virgo than Leo about appearances, his and otherwise.(And he definitely looked Leo) He wanted everything perfectly detailed and perfectly ready for public consumption or absorption or whatever.
Well, that isn't me. My style is, at best, casually comfortably cluttered. Try as I might to make it otherwise. (I know; I tried it for almost thirty years and never got in the habit)
If he wanted his buttons sewn on in the exact same direction the same number of millimeters apart, he could do it himself. No, the coffee table doesn't need to exactly line up with the seam on the tile. Yes, it doesn't hurt anything if the couch is at a slight angle to the table, so it's more comfortable to put my feet up on it,
It's not hurting anything. Or anyone.
So what did he have me for? 

Well, for fun.

Because I wasn't overburdened by other people's preconceptions and expectations. He liked me for my casualness and lack of intensity about the unimportant details.
He thought ignoring the unimportant details meant I wouldn't know what was an important one.
Then we had the family over, and as they were leaving someone smoking smushed the lit end of their cigarette into the arm of the couch and they brushed it off and the ashes down into the couch, Somehow everyone left and I started tearing the couch apart pulling off cushions and looking down the edges, etc. Because, you know, just because the embers/ashes weren't on fire didn't mean they weren't hot and wouldn't burn. I didn't stop looking until I was satisfied that there weren't any hot spots developing deep inside my (very crooked by now) couch. Even then I kept a fire extinguisher handy, because of course my detail man had them scattered all around the apartment.
"I didn't know you knew all that," he told me.
Honestly, he was impressed that I knew how to anticipate the possible danger and take the steps, in a timely manner, to mitigate it.
and I told him again that I care, very much, about the IMPORTANT STUFF.and he was somehow reassured and we were alright again.

Better than ever, even. 

I know where some of the images come from, like the long skinny jumping legs (Wednesday nights) And I know where the Leo/Virgo thing comes from  (Check the dates of that cusp if you know me well)

I think this may be some sort of commentary about recognizing and (not) repeating the same mistakes.

Funny how that ended up coherent after all once I started writing it out.

NOT