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From darkness to light

I had a dream and Anthony was in it.

The dream started dark and hazy and suddenly became light and crisp coolness. It was a New Year’s Eve party and we were inside a bar. The bar was big and crowded and in near absolute darkness, it smelled of people and alcohol, mixed in with perfume and sweat. It smelled like a party smells after is nearly done but not quite so.

A was wearing jeans and a plaid shirt with a gray t-shirt underneath, I don’t remember what I was wearing. Unlike my usual dreams, on this one I couldn’t see myself, but I could see everything from my perspective. We were holding hands and pushing through the crowd, we were together. Then, I lost him, I didn’t have his hand anymore.

We were walking out of the bar, through a long corridor with big rectangular windows to our right and sunlight flooding in. Still we pushed through the crowds when I saw a friend. I turned waved at her and then . . . I lost him, his hand was no longer in mine. I spoke politely with my friend, let her shoe me the outside garden.

Through a door next to the windows we went outside, and saw a tidy garden with wooded flower boxes full with tall leafy green plants. She told me her job was to grow them. I smiled at her, said good-bye and continued to the outside. The garden and the wood patio was surrounded by a wooden wall and as I walked outside I noticed we were on the top of a mountain covered with snow.

There was a down slope where people were sitting enjoying the morning sun, and there is where I found him. Sitting in the sun, surrounded by snow and strangers. I sat beside him.


To dream that you are at a public bar signifies your desire to escape from the stresses of your daily life and retreat into a light-hearted environment where pleasure abounds. Alternatively, you are seeking acceptance in some aspect of your daily life.  The dream may also be a pun on being “barred” from some place or something. You are feeling excluded or held back by circumstances beyond your control.

To dream that you are holding hands with someone represents love, affection and your connection with that person. Your dream may also reflect anxieties about losing touch with him/her or that you are drifting apart.

To dream that you find someone indicates that you are identifying new facets of a relationship. You may be taking the relationship to a new level and/or direction.


The night out

I had a dream today about my friend Maria “la loca”, we were out partying like we used to do when I lived in Spain. And just today, after I woke up, she sent me a message when I hadn’t heard from her for a long time.

David Bowie

David Bowie’s birthday is coming up.
As many others, I fell in love with Bowie and his music a long time ago.
He doesn’t like David Bowie, as far as I know, as I have shared many times how I feel about Bowie and his music, and he has expressed zero interest.
Nonetheless he is interested in a commemorative Birthday Bash for Bowie? And . . . he shared it with the entire world.


Dream number . . . 8?

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.

Three houses

There are three houses in a clearance in a forest. A forest that looks like the one they show on movies, movies that take place in the American South. I’m not sure if the American South actually looks like that. The air is thick, buzzing with the sounds of insects and the three houses are . . . in disrepair. There are one room houses, with wooden walls and wooden floors. They seem out of place, out of time, an anachronism.

I am going to a party, I have a coral dress, long, ethereal even, so unlike me. I never wear dresses. I never wear coral. I take out my phone before I leave, but  know he won’t come. I know this but I still text him. Then I go to the party. It’ll be only me.