Withhold Arrow Shot through Window

1. Arrow Shot and Eldest Cousin

End of a dream, but very lucid. 
I am in my own apartment. Kitchen, window. Bale is there. We talk about something. There is a hole in the window, rather clean, as if I have shot an arrow through the window in the past. At some point I want to prove something, and take my bow and arrow. I have already second thoughts. My bow is on the floor. It is a powerful bow, and I think there will be too much power if I draw that string, so I leave that on the floor or put it back and opt for the small toy bow. I take it and am aiming the whole time in my mind. I put an arrow on the string and pull slightly and already feel that there is too much power, this will never end well.
Also I am thinking, it is no good if I break that window. This window is not mine. And I don't want to live without the window. So I don't shoot. Although I have the feeling that I shot a little bit already, though I have the arrow still on the string, some of the power has already shot through the window and I see that just that is dangerous, so I hold and put it back. Maybe I'm a coward. I do think about what it would effect if I had shot through the window. (But I think it will just have been broken).

Then the scene changes, to the wall, to the right, and Bale is now in sight and helps me with something. So our attention is drawn elsewhere. And I still think we are muddling along, or being slow, I just go along, she helps me. The wall is brown of wood and there is a cloth like a curtain, of velvet, which is dark green, a nice colour, and first I take it of the top, the rail above, because it is not well hung, and I want to do it properly, maybe I am on a step or something.
The room is bigger, and more open. The colours are very different than just a minute ago.
And now something interesting happens. My cousin Daon enters. I recognize him and am surprise the instant he enters. I can't say hello immediately and he is doing something first, but I want to let him know I am happy to see him. And so when I come down my step I say hello. This is like the second time he enters, but he did not leave the room. And I tell him how long it has been and that I remember his daughter, when she was that big, I show it with my hand measuring from the floor. I don't know what he is doing here. He is like a lost son to the family. And he says it must be six years, but of course it must be longer now.
Can't remember what happened next, maybe more people came in, but it was about the end of the dream.