It was night, your house (but not YOUR house, dream logic...), 2 stories cut away in the front like a child's doll-house set into a dark hill...All the rooms are lit, a cosy, inviting warmth, there are strangers and men there, they all seem friendly enough and I can't tell if they're boyfriends or lovers or just friends...
I can see you through these two skeletons, artfully posed as if they were lovers sharing a toast, or Siamese twins, their bones are stained deep brown as if they've been long in the ground, deep brown and polished...
I ask you "What's with the all the skeletons?" but you pretend not to hear me...they're everywhere I look, one is a tidy white with bleached, dried brains piled above the skull like a giant papery balloon, another with a cone-shaped head, others in different poses, all somehow seem a bit freakish, and I try to tell you they probably have great curiosity value, and ask again what's up with all the skeletons...
You acknowledge me this time, but Immediately change the topic, not rudely, you seem glad to see me, but in that way you have of avoiding anything uncomfortable....
And room after room is filled with them, different poses, different skeletons, and you're now artfully avoiding me, flitting room to room, yet glad to have me there and we'll sit down and talk in just a moment....
(I interpreted that one I think, but thought I'd share it with you anyways...)