Lovers, lilies and mice

[Puck]

I dream of a guy I know. I only feel his hands on my body and I don't know who he is until later, but I do see his face, but never enterily. He's looking at me and kisses my hips and his hands are very rough and I know he's a sailor, although in real life he isn't one. I cry and tell how much I missed him as he takes off his shirt and as he pulls it over his head, he is my mentor, my beloved French teacher and he has my name tattooed on his arm and he lies on top of me and I cry so hard I'm overwhelmed and my tears have text written on green in them and as they dry, they form string of words.

We lie on a bed and there's a wooden ceiling but it's somehow covered in bookshelfes, but the books don't fall down. He starts making love to me and it feels so real, although he's over 60, his thin body against mine feels much younger and my hair somehow keeps on rising and falling like waves. It's raining outside and my legs twitch and he comes inside of me.

I sit up and stand on the bed and as his semen descends between my legs, it turns into lilies-of-the-valley flowers and fall unto his stomach and navel. I walk over him and there's a window over our bedpost. I open the window and go out and walk on the wet grass.

He calls me back inside and I hear a cello and I know its played by our child, although I don't see her. In front of me there is a tall tree with a red paper latern hanging from it's branch. I take it and leave into a dark forest, still naked and walk to a tiny dollhouse.

My hair grows with every step I take. I mean all my hair, my armpit and pubic hair as well grow to form a sort of dress around me, with my headhair convering my back and bottom, my armpithair hiding my breasts and my pubic hair forming a dark triangle between my legs.

As I come to the house, I kneel down and look inside. There is a tiny kitchen with mice who are me and my family as I was a small girl. I lap milk from a bowl, trying to imitate a cat something I really did do as a child.

What could this mean?