The Visit

Date: 10/13/2018

I am at home, which in the dream is a very large apartment in Manhattan, with high ceilings and beautiful crown moldings and large rooms and a large kitchen; the apartment is extremely clean and orderly. I am studying physics because I have to find the answer to a productivity problem at work. I sense that my father is sleeping in one of the bedrooms but never see him. The doorbell rings and it is Yara who comes in with an older man; the man has blue eyes and very short white hair and his face is flushed; he is somewhat unkempt; they have a young boy with them. The man lies down on a couch and we talk about why I am reading physics; apparently he knows physics...he feels the problem I am trying to solve is a difficult one and may not respond to physics. Yara starts asking me if I have heard about what she has been doing (in the dream I have been told that she is sexually involved with the man and his wife). I answer that I judge what I see and not what someone else tells me and that unless she tells me I don’t know what she is talking about. Meanwhile she is making a mess of the apartment. The child urinates on the floor, I have a beautiful but old aqua colored cat that I have to put away in the kitchen because she is scared...there is a knock on the door and when I open it is the man’s wife and another female friend. They are tall, dark and not bad looking but arrogant. I try to be friendly but they accuse me of blaming Yara for messing up my apartment. They are trying to excuse her behavior on accounts of nervousness. I want them to go.... Yara is now in the kitchen putting something in the oven...there are egg yolks all over the floor and she continues her frantic activity. Suddenly, a huge flame comes out of the oven. I go down stairs to get the super to check the oven out and she tells me that there is nothing wrong with it. When I start going up the stairs again, someone is knocking on the door of the building...it is my mother who is returning from being away on a short trip; she looks like she did when she was younger. I tell her what is going on upstairs. She says she will take care of it and apparently she does because as I go up again, Yara, the two women and the man are going down stairs to leave. I am very unsettled by the experience and decide to leave in a red car with a black haired young man. I can’t see his face. He is driving straight ahead and we are in a narrow street. It is sunny and the buildings are made of reddish stones....the floor is sandy, the sand is yellow red and I know we are in the Middle East. Suddenly he accelerates, we are going very, very fast towards the large facade of an old building. I am looking straight ahead and think that we are going to crash against the building but he stops just in time.