Dreams: Children.
I dreamt that I was living in a communal house with several children, a few of younger ages, and most were boys of my own age, though in the dream I was somewhere around 12 or 14. The house was set up like a mall, with shops where we all worked. A playground mentality was prevalent, as the boys took every opportunity to express their dislike with me, but I knew they felt exactly and deeply the opposite. I said and did things everyone found most peculiar. I wanted to fly, and they insisted I couldn’t. I wanted to wander off on my own, and each time I did I was told of the trouble I’d be in. I was told I was fat, but the smallest clothes in the “mall” fit me well. None of this phased me. But the weirdest thing was that the younger children were forced to nakedness in hopes that it would help us all concentrate on our humanity, rather than that we were males and females. And I felt the most urgent need to hurry around the “mall” to find clothes for them.
I prefer to analyse my own dreams, so I’ll think on this a bit and see what I come up with. In the mean time all of your analyses are welcome and appreciated.
June 13th, 2006 at 7:03 pm
People are complicated. Sometimes we are allowed to remember dreams so we can see where we are, attitude-wise about things. Kind of like a beefed up end of day assessment.
…your mileage may vary.
June 21st, 2006 at 11:01 am
Sounds like it has something to do with “aggro femme”.
June 21st, 2006 at 5:33 pm
Heheh. Maybe.
Thanks for dropping by! ^.^
September 21st, 2006 at 12:53 am
A strangely fitting dream. I imagine Freud would have a lot to say about it. I try not to read too much into dreams but sometimes the can offer a unique perspective. I should think this one would.