Just last night I had a dream that I feel warrants a blog. It is very short, and very simple, but somehow both hilarious and intriguing. I don’t remember much of what surrounded the particular moment. Either I had just fallen back to sleep or I simply can’t remember the rest. Here is what occurred:
Set in my parent’s home in my long-time bedroom, myself and a man entered. I closed the door behind us to offer some privacy and then the two of us kissed and had a brief conversation.
The conversation, however, was cut short by my mother thrusting the door open and saying, “keep the door open.”
It’s been a long-standing rule ever since I was young that boys are generally not allowed in my room and definitely not with the door closed.
Even in my dreams I can’t escape the rules.