Dream:

Someone’s house, more than one level. Different people in rooms. I don’t know why I went upstairs, but at the entrance of a room I found him, I knew I should go to him.
(ANS boy, ‘Zazan the pure’. I never once thought or remembered him. Suddenly he appears in my dream although his hair was bright red).
I go to him and we embrace. Later, downstairs, my new husband turns into someone else, a much much older man, shoulder length whitish hair, with a forthcoming personality. He was talking with a group of us enthusiastically, until when a girl/friend pulls out and I follow her. She starts telling me that he is a different person, and I quickly agree and take over the conversation. He is not that boy in the doorway, not a prince, not mine.

 

 

 

Dream:

Grandfather, his sitting room, someone already there. I come to visit. H appears small, in a children’s bed, behaving like a child, happy, excited, innocently asking me to see something private. I treat him like a child, ignoring his question.
Scene: We are standing by the great wooden doors, grandfather appears to be himself, much younger. He is frantic, telling me not to let the strangers in. There are many strange people in the house and outside.