Trust and Love

Dream 1

We are travelling in a cool pickup truck at night. Between us there is complete trust, love and codependency. He is driving, suddenly rearing offroad down a steepish hill. He doesn’t notice, there’s no harm. I tell him this is not a road, and he’s surprised and then he looses control and we crash into a house’s garage. No harm done and no big deal. The owner is outside and uninterested in what happened. He is a farmer and F has a calm talk with him about something completely different, while I look around going up the hill a little.

I walk into a second floor of a building, a hall outside offices with shops. A knowing inside tells me this is where my dad and uncle’s offices are, so be careful. (I’m also supposed to be travelling in another country, so I shouldn’t bump into them.) A familiar man greets me with a smile. I recognize him as someone I had one tinder date with (although not true in real life). He was big and fat and white. pointy beard, white in his hair, and wears black eye glasses, holding a takeaway coffee cup. He’s standing in the corner of the busy big hall and I greet him happily even kiss his cheek.

Suddenly uncle D comes out and sees me.

Nighttime, upper garage of my family home. I’m with my dad, and someone other male, maybe cousin M. We seems to waiting for something. They talk together sitting calmly, I walk down to the lower garage. The haris is rude to me. It’s very late to be out. I see something and I lean down, as cousin D comes out, taller, thinner, bitchy, madeup. Btitlawa2 w btitkhawat as rudely as the haris treated me (like a whore).

finally, F arrives in the truck to pick me up. Julie wakes me up before we get to leave.

Dream 2

We are going to someone’s house, maybe a couple’s. I say to F that I’m sure it’s gonna turn out to be Habbeh. When a woman and a man behind her come to greet us it is indeed her. I act out my reaction dramatically, fainting like and sitting on a bench, saying to F see didn’t I tell you.. Feelings of excitement, anger and longing, as me and H hug and kiss cheeks. She is happy and positive.

Inside, she shows me her baby son. F loves children. I cradle the baby boy but H hands me another cartoonishly smaller baby boy who is hyper and I worry I can’t hold both safely and ask her to do something about it.

F is for some reason now hiding playfully under a loveseater couch. I place the smaller baby down for F to take.

note: pulled out from dreams: went to bed at 4 am, julie woke me up at 6 with a start (she was sick). went back to bed for a couple of hours, woke up with a start again.