In one dream, a young man came up to me as I was sitting at a table in the courtyard of some white buildings. It was a lovely place - white wood with natural wood trim making a lattice work along the stairs, plantings all around, a fountain happily bubbling nearby framed in blue tiles. The young man was quite lovely as well. Slender, black hair, fine features and wonderful smile. His voice was musical and light as he spoke to me. He seemed so genuinely pleased that I was there - as though he had been waiting eagerly for me to arrive!
I didn't really understand, though, since I didn't have a memory of how I arrived or why I was there. I smiled back, and despite not understanding, felt happy to be there and to be with him. He bent over to hug me, and kissed me - a delicious kiss, literally and figuratively! The aroma of him was marvelous, and his taste was like cookies and tangerines. I was surprised by the kiss, and was thinking that I really shouldn't be doing that! In my head, I could hear his laughter like wind chimes teasing me that this wasn't about sex - and that I wasn't in "that place" still.
He finished the kiss with a soft touch on my cheek, stood up with a mischevious grin, and told me that my name would now be (and I'm terribly annoyed that I can't really remember!) something that starts with a G and seemed Gaelic - and meant "green" - he even spelled it, making sure I knew the spelling wasn't another similar spelling! (I tried looking up translations for the word green today, but haven't found it.) He took my hand and led me out of the courtyard, chatting away about what we were going to do while I was there... that there were people for me to meet... he squeezed my hand in such a familier way...
Then the dream drifted away from me...
