Last night I dreamed about an Indian man called Raj. We were in each other's company for hours on end, and it was really lovely, though I remember nothing about it. There was no romantic or sexual element to our interaction from start to finish.
When he was leaving (I said goodbye to him at my parents' front door), he kissed me goodbye. It was weird, because when he kissed me his lips were open, like some kind of fish, so that we just touched our two pairs of open lips together and that was it.
I was nervous in the dream that he was going to stick his tongue in my mouth and ruin everything, and I was wondering too whether he expected me to do so.
It felt like some elaborate gesture alien and incomprehensible to me.
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I love dreaming. Even more, I love recounting my dreams because as I do, it's like I'm a translator from one continent to another and in the translation is when I start to understand. Although in this case, I do not understand. I wonder ~ what was he imparting to me that I don't (yet) understand? Sometimes I have great insights into myself, as if some far-off, not-yet-here part of myself is signalling to the rest of me that it is on its way.
In these cases, it is harder to know where we end and everything else begins :)