Last night I dreamt I was in a bedroom like mine, or room with a bed type thing. The bed was horizontally positioned against a wall, but didn’t have a head or back support. I think the cover was cream-colored.
“Cynthia” and “Aaron” entered at the same time, but Cynthia did not come on the bed. Instead, she took a white sheet to sleep with her on the ground. I checked on Cynthia a couple times, and was surprised that she didn’t cause more of a problem or “steal” Aaron.
Facing the bed, there was another room on the left. My parents and family were in that other room with a closed door. I think Aaron and I briefly fell asleep together on the bed. I remember being ashamed about something. He said, No, it’s okay. Cynthia, who was farthest away from the noisy room and still on the ground, didn’t play that big of a role. Aaron kept trying to sleep on the bed, but he couldn’t because of the noise coming from the other room. It wasn’t bad noise, but more of loud conversation noise like in a restaurant. I apologized for the sounds, but don’t remember being able to open the door.
Aaron sat up. At this point I was standing across from him. Nervous, I guess. Aaron looked tired but wired. The two of us talked again on the bed. I seemed to be growing on him or he liked me more than I thought. Aaron invited me to a concert. I asked where, and at first needed clarification but he said beyond a very specific town that made sense to me. He may have wanted to go shopping at outlets too.
Now, I realized the room had a second door towards the front, not close to where the noise was coming from. The other door was one through which people entered from outside. Cynthia may have woken up, but she seemed to be a blessing more than something bad. The people walking to the door had darker skin and were wearing, like, white turbans. They were spiritual people who had come to greet Aaron and me. The time was around 4 am when the “foreigners” arrived. I call them foreigners because I didn’t know them–there were several men, I think–and felt afraid. This door, though, I had to open. The foreigners weren’t bad, after all, judging by what follows.
I remember the number two. Aaron and I each had two’s meeting each other. Two nights ago, I dreamt of being at my elementary school. I wanted to see my fourth and fifth grade math teacher. But I was on west coast time–three plus one hour late–and got there at 7:30 am ready for class. The secretary woman told me, Sorry, and something about get here at 3:30 next time. A couple weeks ago I had another dream involving time with a different guy. His was 1:15 pm. Me: 1:45. My sister (not to be confused with Cynthia) played a part as well.