swinging doors

i woke with red swing doors echoing in my memory... what they mean, i'm not sure... i saw you there in a pink dress that doesn't flatter... but i had my picture taken with you just the same... what does it mean? i'm not sure... i know i had dream a zillion things before that part... and they mean nothing because i don't remember them... i threw my earphone and a pair of scissors in bed... what does it mean? there were hallways and rooms empty and full... all familiar and strange like what you see in dreams... i know enough to understand that they symbolize something... i have been sensing something in the air... but like always... i'm unsure... only certain of the uncertainty...