letting go

I dreamt that I was the girlfriend of a very wealthy man, billionaire type.  It felt like a new relationship, but I felt very comfortable with him. I knew he loved me with everything and I him. It was kind of a different feeling for me to be with someone who would take care of everything. I have never had that feeling, well, since I was a child maybe... but even then, I knew decisions were based on limits of money, or rules and so on. This feeling... the world is my oyster feeling, was new. He had a large smile, dark hair that was long like a lion's mane, and somewhat weathered skin, but his energy was what you noticed. He was sure ... He wasn't a bouncy optimist, he had an edge to him, a focus. It was magnetic and repelling at the same time.

I was in his bedroom, which was more than just a bedroom. There was a huge entry room where his armoires and chests of drawers were, along with a sofa, lamps and so on. It was more of a living room with clothing. His assistant was there, a middle aged man that felt like more of his friend, confidant, but also servant. He would do anything he asked, and seemed to do it out of love and respect than for duty. Since I was the other half, he loved me too and was there to help me with anything, including how to best get along with this man.

He asked his assistant to paint two antiques black. He had just had them shipped to him and they were amazing to look at. They had inlaid wood and an amazing design on the interior. I pleaded for him not to paint this design. They were one of a kind pieces that he was going to basically destroy why they were so precious. The assistant smiled at me as if I was a child that was persisting that we leave cookies out for Santa. So naive ...  He seemed to love to experience someone learning about the oddities of his cherished master. In the end, he stained them a darker color. I thought it made me feel better because the design would still show through. But what really did it was just letting go.