I was walking through the streets of a city that I didn’t recofnized. It was busy and bright, full of light and the air was cool and crisp. The morning was just beginning but the people were already out and about.
We were holding hands when suddenly I lost my grip and he disappeared. I never saw him again.
Then there was someone else with me, I didn’t recognize his face, but I knew him. We talked and were familiar to each other. We were looking for something or someone, but I don’t remember.
It was a beautiful day in the city, as I looked around I saw the beautiful architecture, the luscious trees and the endless sky. Everything had a metallic sheen that reflected the sunlight with a strange vibrant quality.
I looked ahead and I saw him, R, smiling and waiving at me. He had his hands on a bicycle, and to my surprise I was holding one too. We were going to ride through the city together, just the thought of it made me smile. Riding through a beautiful city with the wind on my face.
Often a bicycle appears in dream when you are trying to balance a number of situations an you are striving to get to a destination that you are trying to achieve your future objectives regarding love affairs. To fall off a bike indicates that you have misplaced situations.
This dream is suggestive of a rather functional attitude towards self-motivation, you probably need to look at balance in your emotions and feelings when encountering a people.
Positive changes are afoot if…
- The dream is enjoyable and did not involve an accident.
- You were going on a relaxing bike ride.
I see Raul, dressed like in that picture of him that I saw a few weeks ago.He talks to me . . .What is he saying? Then I see the other two girls, one of them looks familiar but I cannot place her, I don’t know who the other one is.
The surroundings look familiar too, maybe Minneapolis? I don’t know why I think it’s Minneapolis since I’ve never been.
Then, suddenly we are waking up the stairs, not the main one but the back ones, of an apartment building. The inside it’s all whiteness and light, his apartment is also all whiteness and light.
Have I actually agreed to this? It’s so unlike me, how did this actually happened?
Like a flower,
Like a flower in winter,
Soft, unfolding slowly to the evening light,
The moon, he greets every night.
What? Did you think the flower was a she??
Darkness falls like rain,
Darkness falls like a silk sheet,
Soft, light, cool.
Full of emptiness,
Full of comfort,
Full of death.