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 had a dream last night and B was in it.
Standing in the sun in my grandmother’s garden we said our good byes. We hugged, I had forgotten how tall he is and how he felt.
He said something to me, remarked on something but I cannot remember on what. We laughed.
The house was surrounded by a wild rose garden, full of color and the sound of bees and wind. The roses stood so tall and lush that I couldn’t see through them. The Queen Anne stood proud, but she needed and fresh coat of paint, nonetheless it looked beautiful.
I looked up at the blue skies and felt the wind in my face and the warmth of the sun, walking through the garden was like walking through a maze, rediscovering a familiar place. I noticed then that I was not alone, there were other following me . . . I don’t remember who they were.
I guided them to the front entrance, but the steps weren’t on the best of conditions, so we went around the house to the kitchen door,
I looked up and he was standing in the kitchen talking on the phone, but he was speaking in Spanish not English. He was holding his cell phone with the right hand and rubbing the back of his head with the left, he turned and he smiled at me as he did.
I thought that we might be roommates then, since it was my grandmother’s house, and he actually acted as if he lived there. He finished talking on the phone and started talking to me. Something about the kitchen or the bathroom . . . I don’t quite remember. What I do remember was his smile, the one he has when he is not quite laughing. He said he was going to take a shower – yes, we were definitely roommates.
He went into the bathroom and I went into my old room and . . . it was a total mess! And in that unusual, absolute and total mess I couldn’t find any clothes to wear. Finally, I got dressed and came out of my bedroom. I found him on the floor pushing open the front door with his back and with his legs. In reality that door is not quite that heavy.
I helped him open the door.
We were both at a friends house, she was having a party, like she sometimes do. I think it was a Halloween party since I was dressed like Velma from the Scooby Doo cartoon. He asked me to go for a walk with him and I said yes.
We stepped out into the night, we were in the middle of a prairie – a small prairie in the middle of the city. The grass smelled, it had just stopped raining and the night was dark except for the starts above. He was smiling and talking to me then he asked me to lay down on the grass.
As I lay down I could feel the dampness on my back, but I could hear nothing except his voice. The silence was absolute except for him. No brittle grass blades crunching under my weight, no night insects, no city hum . . . Only him.
I lay on my back, on the grass and he on top of me with our arms around each other. We kissed. Strangely as it may sound I remember mostly our tongues, his tongue running over my lips. And then he kissed my neck and I looked up at the stars, millions of them in against the darkest of night skies.
What are you looking at?
Up at the stars.
We didn’t have much time, he said, if we waited any longer it would be too late. We had to do it all in secret, he said as he unbuttoned my blouse.
Very amusing I thought, since everyone had seen us going out together into the night, holding hands and well, we were not back yet.