Brian's Journal - A Dream Return

Tim (11/15/2024)
The dream:
I am walking along snow-packed path through the woods with Darchelle and a friend when I decide to return to the car so I turn around and head back towards the parking lot. Before I get there I encounter a section of the trail which is not packed out but instead has only a set of tracks where someone has post-holed through the snow. As I prepare to line up my feet with the tracks a man comes up the path behind me. I think it is Tim but I am not sure so I let him pass me, figuring that I will recognize his long strawberry-blonde hair if it is Tim. As I thought, it is he but there are bare spots on the back of his head where patches of his hair have fallen out.
I follow Tim back to the parking area where my olive-green Subaru is one of only a few cars parked in the snow-packed lot. When I see the car I realize that I cannot get into it because Darchelle has the key so I join Tim at his car, which looks exactly like mine. We stand outside his car with the doors open and talk some while we wait for Darchelle to return but our conversation is a little tentative, as if we are not quite comfortable with each other.
My interpretation:
People in my dreams sometimes represent themselves and sometimes represent a part of myself; the key to understanding this dream is to determine which is the case with Tim. I believe it is the latter partly because I do not initially recognize him and partly because his car is identical to mine. My Subaru is both a place of refuge for me and the setting for a significant part of the life which Darchelle and I share together. In the context of this dream neither refuge nor our shared life is accessible to me. Instead I stand somewhat awkwardly outside with Tim.
Tim let his hair grow out after he retired, so in the dream he represents my current stage of life but with a twist. I associate hair falling out with disease and dying. Tim is not dying but I am. My discomfort with Tim in the dream represents my discomfort with my experience of dying. That Darchelle is not with us in the dream suggests that I have not found a way to share that experience with her.