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Hmm. I remembered three dreams, but now only the first.
One I was in my parents' city. Trying to find where the bus stop for the bus to their home has been moved. I met a young black woman who had a beautiful little girl. For some reason I was staying with them that night. They said I had to sleep with her and the little girl because there weren't enough rooms for everyone. So we were in the same bed, and in a bed next to us an older man. A young man came in and lay on top of me, trying to enter me. I wouldn't open my legs. He moved over to the young woman. She immediately opened to him, without really waking up. He came and fell asleep. I thought, "It's true about men. They don't equate sex with love at all. If I had opened to him I would have done so because I believed he loved me. Then I would have been hurt when it became clear to me that isn't true." The next day I was working for the family, I think taking care of an elderly woman in their midst. I saw that there were indeed enough rooms for everyone. Once I asked where to put a tool (I was trying to put things away that weren't needed at the moment--for my own peace of mind) and the young woman opened a drawer in a cabinet. The drawer was full of similar tools. She was angry because it was obvious. I told her that I hadn't known about the drawer. At one point I was trying to hang up all the coats. There were so many! The family was going over papers, trying to figure out what they had coming to them through their insurance company. I said, "If you sold all these coats, you'd be set for life."
One I was in my parents' city. Trying to find where the bus stop for the bus to their home has been moved. I met a young black woman who had a beautiful little girl. For some reason I was staying with them that night. They said I had to sleep with her and the little girl because there weren't enough rooms for everyone. So we were in the same bed, and in a bed next to us an older man. A young man came in and lay on top of me, trying to enter me. I wouldn't open my legs. He moved over to the young woman. She immediately opened to him, without really waking up. He came and fell asleep. I thought, "It's true about men. They don't equate sex with love at all. If I had opened to him I would have done so because I believed he loved me. Then I would have been hurt when it became clear to me that isn't true." The next day I was working for the family, I think taking care of an elderly woman in their midst. I saw that there were indeed enough rooms for everyone. Once I asked where to put a tool (I was trying to put things away that weren't needed at the moment--for my own peace of mind) and the young woman opened a drawer in a cabinet. The drawer was full of similar tools. She was angry because it was obvious. I told her that I hadn't known about the drawer. At one point I was trying to hang up all the coats. There were so many! The family was going over papers, trying to figure out what they had coming to them through their insurance company. I said, "If you sold all these coats, you'd be set for life."