I really do. I like the way dreams flow so imperfectly. Usually so odd in their unwinding. I generaly wake up and think "What was that beautiful mess?"
Last night I dreamed that RJ (husband) and I moved into an apartment in a high rise. We moved into this apartment with an old friend of mine, and his girlfriend that I have never met. Her daughter was also there, and she was about 8 years old. We were on the top floor, which had an amazing view of the ocean. In order to go to the first floor you had to go through a series of apartments that were just a few steps down at a time.
I started in my apartment, and stepped down into the next floor neighbors apartment just a few short stairs down. When I stepped into their apartment it was a busy little place, with small children zooming around. They were squealing and gleeful. It made me smile. I said a few words to the mother, because I felt like I needed to. After all I was stepping into her private life, and then just as quickly I exited.
I stepped down into the next apartment which was an elderly couple. It was very dull, and quiet. The decor was very old, as if it was collected from all of their years, and then strewn about. They sat in their chairs in their living room, quietly watching television. The sound was barely up, and the man seemed to have fallen asleep. The woman held a book in her hands, and seemed fully invested in it. I wondered why the television was even on. I whispered a hello to her, and then exited left.
I stepped into the next apartment where a young couple were waging a war. I was immediately tense. I ducked through the rooms as if dodging the bullets of insults they screamed one to the other. There was something enchanting about their war, because anger this intense is only followed by intense love for each other. They were fully invested in each other, and that part was clear to me. I hated to leave, but I knew this was a private fight, and had nothing to do with me. I nodded at the woman and noticed that tears streamed from her eyes.
After countless apartments I finally opened the last door and stepped out into a hallway. This hallway was very long and dark with a small door at the end. That door had window panes that cast the only light available. There were eight perfect squares on the floor, and all kinds of dust floating up towards the light. I rushed down the hall and reached for the doorknob. This door exited into the parking lot where my car was parked. Aparently I was searching for my make up bag because we were preparing to go to dinner with our apartment mates. Having found it, I made the trek back upstairs through a small corridor of stairs that were on the back wall of the building. Many, many stairs later I arrived at our apartment.
When I stepped into the room RJ handed me a glass full of ice and some sort of liquor. I don't drink, and neither does he. I accepted the glass, and sipped it. I looked around the room and everyone was already dressed in fine clothing. I went to the bedroom to dress myself so we could leave. We ended up in a really beautiful restaurant in the city. The four of us laughed and talked, enjoying each other's company. Not sure where the eight year old went at this point, just that she was not there. The drink had made me giddy, and I truly enjoyed myself.
Shortly thereafter I woke up. I pondered what this dream meant. I then decided it didn't matter what it meant. My legs were tired though. Too many stairs!!
Peace D: shemelts