Love Letter Drawing

1. Second Attempt

Outside, wandering, city, up, light, by day. I meet Mith underway, try to get close, but don't have the nerve, realize that she would like it, why do I have doubts. I see her again in the same dream, same city, a while after. This time I give her a real hug, we hold on long. I can't remember the details.

2. Love Letter

I arrive somewhere, maybe visiting, or maybe home, but I don't know the place in real life, I know it in the dream. Niab is there with me, first other building more public, like a school. We walk through the hallways, of that school like building, don't remember the details.
Again we meet Mith. I talk to her immediately, about music, and try to get her interest, try to involve Niab to make things look innocent.
All of us go home, this is the place I arrive, it is late at night, we sit around a table, dining table, in the living room. We are four people there. I want to show Mith something.
My mother is there, she sits on the left, head of table, her presence makes things difficult to accomplish. I get a drawing in my hand, maybe De is here too. And my brothers at some point. This is a drawing made by Mith, maybe while I look at it, she is not present, but in the dark of the night, I look at the painting, both sides of an A4.
I like it very much, though it is a bit childish, immature, teenagy. But I don't care, it is personal, and for me. On one side, in the left corner below, she has written words, this side of the paper has words all over, but not written, but also drawn, very stylish, like you would at school. It says how much she likes me. All these words express her attraction to me. I am touched.
After that I want to share something with her, so I suppose she is sitting on my right. I have something like a tablet, but looks like A4 size. I show her the music that I talked about earlier. What shows on the computer is Hopla, which is for children, really young children, but I still go for it, even if my mother does not approve. And we all watch, Niab, Mith and me, and maybe my brother N, who might be there. We go almost in the story of Hopla. I can't remember the details.
My mother really wants me to put that thing away, but for me it is an means to get close to Mith.
What happens next I'm not sure about.
Later we are all in the living room, chilling in the sofas, there is a lot more folk now, all friends, neighbours, like T&B, maybe H&B, both my brothers. Stco is there too. Mith and maybe Niab. It is late, and getting later.
Stuff happens.
In the end I suggest we can go out and watch this band, again this must be the music I talked about earlier. Not everyone is pro, but some are. I definitely want to, this will make the difference. We talk about how we will get there, by car, who will drive with who.
All was rather clear, but I can't remember now. I had the support of Stco. Every time I get close to Mith my mother was there, and I freeze. Did I eventually get close?

(15 minutes of writing)

+ more fragments of the same dream.
My father is there, this is in another room of the same house. He is going to boil eggs. One of the eggs is off. There is a dining table in the room, dining room, we are on one end, he on the side. Table looks like the one my parents have.
You can tell the egg is off because if you shake it you feel the yolk move. Something inside is a little bit too solid. Yolk has become hard.
Maybe about the cat V.
I am making soup, the rest of the people are still in the other room, this I like to do on my own. But at least one person is here to watch, out of curiosity, and maybe wants to try himself. Or herself. I make different kinds of miso soup, because I want to try the best combinations, I have to know this, I have different pots on the stove, with stock. At least three kinds, they all look good, yummy.

Late in the dream, and maybe the end of this dream. Inside still, living room and dining room. We are in one corner, maybe playing on the floor, someone walks by from right to left, does not look at us, some girls among us they think he is handsome, he has long hair, short. He reminds me of Bacl. He has nothing to do with what we are doing, and he walks to another group of people in a dark corner at the other end.
Dream fragment about Kaatje, the tv person that children like. Now I see her in real, I know it is her, but she does not look like her on tv at all, she looks spent, short, mean. I don't like her.
Dream fragment about my thumb nail. A piece of it was broken, and now the nail has receded even more and of itself. I'm a bit surprised by that, but it's okay.