Bad Dream 181 -- Juggling Stuff Gone and That's Okay

 In my dream, I'm kind of hanging out with two boys -- one of whom is an earlier version of Ryan Shiflet.  (I am probably a bit younger in the dream than I am now, but a full adult.)

We're walking slowly from somewhere to somewhere else and between the three of us, we're carrying two bags of juggling props.  These are my props -- the ones I've used to practice, teach, and perform.  Or so I think...  

We set the bags down so we can open them up and do some juggling.  We're not seriously practicing or performing, just kind of taking it easy.  If people stopped to watch, that's fine.  If we come across something cool to share, that's okay too.  

When we open the bags, I see that most of the stuff in there are twiddles that I picked up along the way in case they proved to be interesting and/or useful.  Most of them never were.  The useful juggling props -- the ones I used for performing -- simply aren't there 

There is a Diabolo in the bag that looks kind of tired and beat up, but should work fine.  The boy who isn't Ryan takes a liking to the Diabolo, but I don't think I've got the sticks to go with it.  

So there's not much to do.  I walk away from the bags for some task that's not clear to me -- assuming that the boys will be watching over the bags.  But they don't.  And someone steals both the bags.

One of the bags was red.  It was pretty large and shaped like a Duffel Bag.  As I try to figure out what's going on, I see once... twice... people walking by dragging a red Duffel Bag, but neither one of them is mine.  

The younger of the two boys (not Ryan) seems really concerned that I'm going to be mad and somehow punish the two of them.  But I realize that neither of the bags had anything that I valued.  And that having lost them makes me feel lighter and considerably better off.

I look at the boys and wonder out loud what do we do now?  And Ryan smiles.  He tells me that there is a confectionery store nearby that's really terrific, and he starts to name some of the treats they have for sale there.  Going there sounds like a great idea -- and will allay the younger boy's concern that I'm angry and will punish them.  

Bad Dream 180 -- Allison #3

 Don't remember much of the detail of this dream, but:

In my dream, Allison is describing something to me.  She has an opportunity with several options as to what to do about it.  I think it was about taking a new job but it might have been about going some place -- possibly for a trip or possibly moving.  The options include just taking the opportunity, taking it with some adjustments and/or requests to the person offering the opportunity, or just not doing anything and let the opportunity pass her by.

As she is explaining some of the details of what's being offered, I am thinking of creating a "spreadsheet" or checklist of different items that would be affected by her choice.  By ranking or rating each item for its importance, she could perhaps get a clearer picture of which choice would be best for her.  But I never get a chance to suggest this.

The scene changes and Allison is now sitting in the driver's seat of her car -- a red MGB with the top down -- and she's obviously getting ready to drive away.

There's something in her face, her voice, and the way she drives away that lets me know pretty much for certain that she's cheesed off at me and just wants to get away.

When I awake from this dream, I realize that proposing this spreadsheet/checklist would be a serious case of "Mansplaining" -- something that I do far too often.  And somehow, Allison knew that I was about to launch into my idea.  

The problem here is that my Mansplaining suggests that I know more about what she should do than she does.  I'm not supporting her or looking for clarity in her explanations.  No.  I'm essentially telling her what she should do.  

Bad Dream 179 -- Allison Again

 Much to my surprise, I've just had another erotic dream which involved Allison.  This one was different in a many respects, but still...  

I was awakened by an alarm at 5:15 this morning, so much of the dream vanished before I started thinking about saving the details.  Rats.

The one image I can recall -- and this may not be what I really dreamed, just something my Unconscious suggested afterwards -- is my carrying Allison in my arms from someplace to some other place more desirable.  I think she was wearing little or no clothing in the process.  

The dream did not involve having actual sex with her, but that may have been something that had recently happened or was about to happen.  In any case, Allison was okay with that taking place -- not as eager as she was in the previous dream.

The nature of the dream was that conditions surrounding Allison and me were not good.  And we needed to do something and/or go somewhere to alleviate any concern.  

Upshot being that Allison was okay and that she and I shared some common concern -- which I think was going to affect her more than me and that I was aiding her to get her and me to a safer better place.  Not something horribly tragic awaited us, but something we would really want to avoid.  

Most of my dream life has been completely different scenarios and subjects, so having these two erotic dreams -- especially about someone I know -- is intriguing.  

Stay tuned!