Dream post (1)

I just woke up. I had to write this down before I forget, because the last few times it happened to me I thought I would remember, but I forgot. I don’t know why but I keep having the same dream. Or rather, the same man in a dream, but each dream is different. There have been so many dreams of him but I just can’t remember them right now. All I remember is the dream I just woke up from, and every time I dream about him again I’m going to write about it until I figure out what the hell it all means. I read somewhere that when you dream about something over and over again, something out there is trying to tell you something, or maybe something in you is trying to tell you something. You just have to decipher what it is. And you cannot find a bigger believer in “signs” than me.
This dream: I am in a corridor and I see him pass by (he’s far from me and doesn’t quite see me until he passes away from me). I don’t take a good look at him because he passes quickly but I already know who it is – in my dream I know him. I turn away and he turns back and follows me (I somehow know that he has turned back to follow me even though if this dream was real I would have no way of knowing that. I’m 2 people: the person who is watching the dream and the person who is living the dream). I open a door and he’s right behind me, and he says something, but I can’t remember what words he used. But in the dream I understood that we had to see each other, and I take out my phone and – I don’t remember if he asked me for my number or if I asked him for his number, in any case, I dial his number but it won’t ring. I try again but his phone doesn’t ring. Then I try dialing my number from his phone, but my phone doesn’t ring. Then I tell him he’s using a different system that doesn’t work here so we can’t reach each other. Somehow that seems the cue for him to leave, and I go downstairs and I see another man, looking stern, wearing a kandora (dishdasha) and looking serious, and he gives me this dirty look like I’m this slut and he’s figured me out and he’s going to tell on me; and even though it was clear he was going downstairs, he changes directions and climbs up the stairs. I ignore the look.
I can’t remember what happened to the guy, or how he left. Suddenly I was telling him I couldn’t reach him (and he couldn’t reach me) and suddenly I’m in the stairs. I remember what he looks like – I’ve seen him so many times in different dreams. He’s tall; he has very brown hair that’s long and very wavy. He’s eyes are either grey, or blue, or green, or light brown: I can’t remember but I know they’re not black. He’s much older, and he has a lined face…like that guy from American Beauty (Kevin spacey??) or that guy from Ever After who loves Drew Barrymore…He has an accent but I have no idea where from. And in every dream something happens and even though (in the dream) I am sure beyond any doubt that we belong together it just doesn’t happen. But this is the first time I see the stern-looking man. He has extremely short hair and very small eyes and an unsmiling face, and I dislike him even before he gives me a bad look, but I think in the dream I was also scared of him. Or not scared of him but scared of what he could do. I’m not sure.
I think I figured out what the dream means. That’s so funny cuz when I woke up I had no idea. But I’m not sure.