Dream 1:

We were at my mom’s house on Gaynfair Terrace.  It was nighttime and we were all in the living room when a grumbling sound occurred outside in the backyard.  We opened the back door and all walked out onto the lawn.  It was the half-dead crab-grass lawn, but the clothing lines that were there when it was Bubbu & Papa’s house were still there, to the left.  There were no trees or bushes or plants or flowers.  Just the grass, and the T-poles for the clothes.  There were seven of us standing on the lawn with our drinks (some of us coffee, like me, some of us cocktails) and rumbling happened again and the ground beneath the T-Poles collapsed into the earth.  None of us seemed shocked.  We just…watched the ground crumble into itself.  A hole big enough to build a pool in remained and began to fill with water from the bottom up.  Still, none of us seemed scared, or bothered–we just…watched this hole fill with water from no where.  When the water reached about a foot from the top, and it happened quickly, the water caught on fire.  The orange flames were tall and the heat was intense.  Although some of us retreated a bit from the flames, the fear only began to sink in when the flame started heading towards the fence where the end of the yard was, where our yard and the neighbors yards met.  None of us knew what to do.  Just then a gentleman, I’m going to call him Franklin, came running around the side of my mom’s house, shirtless with only jeans on and no shoes, and dove into the flamed water.  I know this gentleman.  I have not seen him in over ten years, but I know him and of recent we have been speaking again…All of us gasped and did nothing, but stare.  After a few moments the flames retarded back into the water, from which they arose, and were completely out leaving no heat or smoke behind.  Franklin’s hands resurfaced and were placed on the edge of the hole and he hoisted himself out of the water, effortlessly.  He walked towards me, with the other six people staring, and he was not drenched from the water.  He was dry.  Still, shirtless with only jeans on, he walked up to me with intent and put his hands on my face and kissed me.  Really hard, and really good. Then he whispered something in my ear…only I don’t know what he said.  When he kissed me, I was *in* my body in my dream.  When he whispered to me I was the sort of *camera* watching all the action.

Then I woke up. I woke up quickly and my heart was pounding. And as quickly as I had woken up, my eyes grew heavy and I fell back into a deep slumber.

Some definitions from dreammoods.com

Nighttime: To have a dream that takes place at night, represents some major setbacks and obstacles in achieving your goals. You are being faced with an issue that is not so clear cut. Perhaps, you should put the issues aside so you can clear your head and come back to it later. Alternatively, night may be synonymous with death, rebirth, reflection, and new beginnings.

Backyard: to dream about your backyard, represents your childhood memories or your unconscious. Alternatively, dreaming of your backyard, refers to the secrets you are keeping. There are some aspects of your life which you want to keep hidden and out of the view of others. The dream also represents some aspect of your life that you have taken for granted. Consider also the phrase “not in my backyard.” In other words, everything is okay as long as it does not happen to you or occur in your own home. The condition of the yard is also symbolic of how well you maintain and balance aspects of your life

Seven (people): Seven signifies mental perfection, healing, completion, music and attainment of high spirituality. The number seven may also refer to the seven deadly sins, the seven days of the week, or seven chakras. Alternatively, the number seven indicates uniqueness and eccentricity.