march 25, 2012

There was a party at my cousin's house, and I felt like in my teenager days again, although it was happening today.
I went in the red door and climbed the wooden stairs. Among the many invited people, there was the DJ and I... , who was wearing a dark purple sweater I fancied very much.
I remember there were a lot of futile-looking girls, most of them blond with a soft tan, running in a very girl-ish way through the corridors.
I was looking for I... , I wished to tell her how to use the wireless on her black cellphone. I climbed another set of stairs to get to the attic and find her. There was a fairly big crowd up there, or at least it felt so, because I couldn't actually see anyone clearly, except for I...  who was going around with her black cellphone. I approached her still with the intent of helping her, but it was as if she was not listening and her presence in the party was merely that of an assistant, like an event manager. She looked stressed trying to deal with the options on her cellphone.
...

Then I was at the first floor gain, sitting at the top of the stairs, my back facing a window at the end of a Summer afternoon. The party was ending, and still I was a bit anxious to get close to I... .
At that point, the DJ was sitting beside me, very close and licking my face, while someone behind me loudly splattered cement on a wall at each licking. I dared not looking at the DJ, even though he was annoying me.
Some people were still going from the rooms to the corridor and down the stairs. My cousin came near me and asked in a mildly rude way: "who's that beauty over there?". I was surprised, I wasn't seeing her anywhere, I felt she was already gone... I told him it was I...  and that she was very dear to me. He understood he shouldn't treat her the way he did with the other girls.
... .  .   .

I woke up and remembered why I...  was so distant in the dream.
I also remembered there was someone the DJ wished was closer to him.