posted March 20, 2010 06:21 PM         

Then I had another dream afterwards. I do remember this one because I woke up and could write it down before it blurred. I was living in a huge house… beautiful and cosy, made of wood, solid, with expensive finishing… It was somehow dark because the walls were not bright but natural light came from somewhere.
I had just moved in with my family. The house had three floors, open-plan, like a huge barn with three levels… from the top levels the lower ones could be seen…

In the first floor there was a big living room with a solid wooden table and a huge flat TV on the wall. All the other common stances, couches in the dining room, the kitchen… all connected, without doors, only openings in the walls… Maybe there wasn’t any enclosed spaces like toilets or bedrooms… I didn’t see any…My mother and siblings were there… that was our living area…

There was a lake in the second floor… people who didn’t belong to my family were there. When it was frozen, there were skaters (the first time I go there it is that way).

The third floor is smaller, underneath the slopping roof. It has a wonderful library with leather armchairs and classic furniture.

One floor for living, another floor for enjoying and resting and another floor for studying, working and growing.

Someone then rings me. It’s that gay man who used to be my friend. As I usually do recently, I answer out of courtesy even when I don’t really fancy talking to him. It’s very noisy in the house so I ask him for a second to find the cordless terminal and go to a quiet place. I run around searching for it. The TV is quite loud (bullfighting on!!! I hate it!!! ) and switch it off…I turn down the music… I can’t find the cordless phone so I run upstairs, I go through the house… I ask my father in the library… Nobody in my family knows where it is, it’s quite frustrating, but I finally find in the 1st floor and I start talking to him.

I tell him that I’m sorry to have taken so long, that I have moved in to a new huge house (I feel very proud). I boast of having a lake and appears not to be pleased as if he was jealous because I had other people to have fun with. He says he will come to visit and then he appears there with another young man (That young man was a silent figure… a shadow… his lover?).

I start showing them the house, but to get them to the second floor, I use hidden stairs, a shortcut very narrow, white walled and enclosed, airy, neglected and cluttered. It looks the servants area, there is a humble but cosy bedroom at the top… A maid appears and doesn’t look pleased finding us there… I look through the window and see lots of white houses with gray roofs in a forested area.

When we get out into the second floor, the lake is no longer frozen. There are youngsters playing in the water. One man pretends to be walking on the surface when he is on the top of another man who is walking on his hands on the lake bottom. Further away, a group of young rugby players are enjoying themselves playing in the water. Two are naked and I feel uneasy thinking that the man who comes with me could be feeling aroused.

In the wooden deck, there are cheerleaders and a cage with people inside. They look at us in an unfriendly way… The two men accompanying me were now policemen and ask the prisoners to be released, accusing them of racists (one of the prisoners is a black man).They try to resist… I am afraid… They are so many, more than us… Then a latin girl volunteers to be arrested and the spirits calm down…