The doorbell rang but it was the middle of the night, 4:00 am maybe?
At first I thought it couldn’t be, I must’ve been wrong, but my mother opened the door. The door is in the first floor, but when it opened our visitor came in directly to the second floor. I got the impression I knew her, but I couldn’t place her, yet her familiarity told me we must be friends or were at one time.
She was blonde, tall and thin a bit like my friend K but completely different in any other way. Serious and British, with short hair. I’m not sure why we let her in, but there she was and I was showing her the house.
To dream that you hear or ring a door bell indicates that you are open to new experiences. The dream may also be calling attention to something that you have overlooked. Perhaps you do not yet realize that an opportunity is open to you.
I suppose you will find dreams inside your heart and inside your mind.
I dreamed it was night and I was wearing a dark blue nightgown, so unlike me. I dreamed that in the night there was a man, white, tall, muscled and with soft brown wavy hair. He was wearing dark blue pajama pants.
I couldn’t see his face in the darkness of the bedroom, a strange bedroom, our bedroom, but I knew who he was, my significant other. What was his name? What did he looked like?
I had a dream a few nights ago, but I didn’t write it down. Somehow I couldn’t forget it, it’s . . . strangeness and the connections it gave me to him.
There is a great expanse of nothingness, maybe a cool, dark expanse of sand. A beach in the winter, but without sun and without water but a beach nonetheless. There were are sitting on camp chairs, tied down, next to each other. Me and her, but who is she? I know instantly, although I’ve never seen her and I don’t know how she looks like, I don’t know her voice, the way she moves, I don’t know anything about her but I know it’s her, his sister.
We sit in silence and he appears in between us.
It’s an unusual dark night. I don’t ever remember one so dark in my waking time. I feel the pavement under my feet, but I cannot see anything, except myself.
I have just killed someone, a total stranger I believe. Or if he wasn’t a stranger then I didn’t remember at the time and I don’t remember now who it was. It ws a man though, that I know.
To dream of committing murder represents your motivation to make absolutely sure you never think a certain way ever again. Making sure change occurs no matter the costs, how ugly a situation gets, or how dangerous it feels. Putting an end to a habit, thinking pattern, or situation for good. An intentional ending to a relationship. Showing the courage to stand up to something difficult. Bravely overcoming a powerful fear. Getting revenge on someone, feeling hatred, resisting problems that you feel are unacceptable. Guilty feelings or awareness of yourself having destroyed something or ruined someone’s life.
She lays in the dark beside him, with her arm around him. I love you She doesn’t say it, it will freak him out. The change has already started and she knows the end is coming, this won’t last much longer . . . Maybe she should say it, what is there to loose? Only him She thinks, but she’s already loosing him and he never belonged to her in the first place. What a terrible thought . . . to belong.
And then it happens. Something so big, something so small. It breaks for everything and for nothing.
It’s just his excuse.
But she never said it and he will never know.