I had a dream about you the other night and since you were in it, I thought you might be amused by it. I know I was. And yes, there was sex in the dream, but I think that is really secondary.
Anyway, in the dream, you and I were roaming around the grounds of some facility, it vaguely seemed to me at the time that it might be a big hospital with pavilions and other such buildings. We seemed to be trying to get as far away from the main buildings as possible though not to flee the premises. At some point, we ended up in a little house on the grounds. We were in a bedroom that had white walls, colorful tapestries and blankets, shiny knick-knacks and I think I might have glimpsed a few small stuffed animals.
Then, we were suddenly in a bed, having sex. You were on top of me and I looked up past you, towards the square, glass light covering in the middle of the ceiling. The light covering was a kind of deep orange but not pure; it seemed that other colors ran faintly in the orange shade. And in black handwritten letters the words “so you must be Anna” scrawled in all caps on the light covering. I thought fleetingly to myself “how odd” as we continued to fuck.
A few moments later, a young girl walked into the room. She was maybe 8 or 9, round face with rosy cheeks, blond curls, wearing a shiny dress that, I realize now, echoed the colors in the light covering on the ceiling. And she was very upset to find us in her room, raising her voice, screeching angrily even and giving us grief for it. As we bolted out of bed and hurriedly pulled our clothes on, you said to her “so you must be Anna.” This seemed to annoy her further and she stomped off. As for me, I felt rather confused by how you could know that and say those exact words since I got the impression you had not seen the light shade. The whole thing left me with the feeling that this was an expected occurrence, that the whole thing might have been arranged.
As we finished dressing, a man walked in quietly. He resembled the young girl in a way that might suggest he was her father, the same round rosy face, the same blond locks, though shorter of course. He was holding a tray with a teapot and cups. He set the tray down on the floor, near the window and said to us very softly “When you are both ready, I think you should join me in the other room.”