Hello everyone,
Yesterday Gysmo was talking to me about dreams... I told him I don't dream anymore, but here is the dream:
I am spending the night with a man I know in a place I don't know.
I'm going to the building next door. I can see that the man has already gotten up. He's busy in the kitchen.
I'm heading out.
I meet other acquaintances (family friends) with my (biological) mother.
I'm heading to another building. There's a large room that looks like a library. I think to myself, this is the room where we had that big party with the chandeliers and so on.
My mother prepared breakfast for a large number of people in another room.
I return to a building or another room. I am told that this man has gone to rest.
I look at myself and see that I’m still wearing my pajama pants. I head to a room with changing rooms. I make sure not to wake the man.
I am getting my clothes ready. My mother is always by my side.
The man passes by again, but I can barely see him behind my mother: just his sneakers.
I'm about to change...
And I wake up.
My idea: I think this man is not present at all in my life. And that I can count – as always – on my mother’s support and backing. And that I don’t want to enter into a relationship without thinking it through.
Kind regards
ClaudiaC
