Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Dream...Who are you, Gentleman?
I was in a backyard, under a patio, sitting with a gentleman, who to me seemed to be middle eastern, not that he dressed a certain way or appeared to be in any other way, it was just something I knew when I looked in his eyes. This gentleman was wearing a vibrant blue buttoned shirt (the only thing in color in my dream) and I appeared to be fond of him, cause I was sitting snuggled beside him. There was dancing music and we were watching a couple of people dance. I felt relaxed, not so much tired, so I closed my eyes. This gentleman noticed, and I asked him "what time is it", he said, "9p", I felt embarrassed, thinking, "he probably thinks I'm old". He stood up, put his hand out for me, and said, "come on". As we walked towards the yard, out of the corner of my eye, I could see a crowd of people, some I recognized and some I didn't. I thought, "whats my dad going to think, seeing me with this gentlemen" and then feeling as if I didn't care. (I wasn't married or had children in my dream) As this gentleman walked me over to the patio swing, I noticed that the crowd of people were standing on risers and that this party was actually for me. One of the females didn't look very happy, she seemed to be mad at someone that was there. I put my cheek up against the gentleman's back and closed my eyes, and as I mentioned to him how quite it was for a bunch of people, I opened my eyes and noticed all the people had gone inside for dessert. As they one by one started coming out of the house, the daughter (in her 20s)of the upset lady, came up to me and was explaining how mad her mother was at someone, and then my cousin came and sat by me and said, "man, who is that lady in there, she sure is mad and saying stuff". I quickly, responded to her saying, "oh, I don't know, but this is her daughter, and she was just telling me", then the daughter said, "never-mind, I will talk to you in private". The gentleman continued to sit with me on the swing as I just observed what was going on around me.
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