Dream Last Night: A Dead Girl - Is this my inner child?

I was hanging out at a mall with friends, including a guy that I have a crush on named T. He and I were talking and flirting a little bit. Later I was walking through the mall next to an elementary school aged girl.  I pulled a ball out of a ball cage thing and began to kick it and throw it into the air.  The girl and I talked. 

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I’m driving a car alone a dirt road behind some houses to get to the one I am looking for.  As I backed into a parking space, I ran over a small girl. (She wasn’t the same girl as above. Or was she?  Weird.)  Her mother was looking at the scene.  I heard a crunch, but I thought it was only her leg that was damaged. The family drove the girl off, but we were not sure where they were taking her. 

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Back at the mall I’m walking the opposite way, reeling after being told the girl died. I run into T, and before I can even get the words out my mouth, he says, “I know.  I got 4 texts about it.” I realized that that was his test, listening to what I had to say, and he failed it. I rejected him.

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I’m on a train talking to some official people.  I was being charged with murder, and everything turned into a media circus.  I was asked not to speak to the press.  I read people’s theories about why I had murdered her, but the theories were all wrong. It was an accident.

Exploring BDSM

I’m entering a phase in my life where I want to explore all the things that have been interests of mine but I’ve been too scared to do anything about.  One of those things is getting involved with the bdsm community.

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I debated creating a new blog for writings on this topic, but I’ve decided against it. It folds in with my love of dogs and children, my talents in art and photography, my interest in learning and teaching.  It’s all me. 

I’ve spent my time thus far meeting people in the area bdsm community. I’ve met them through Fetlife or through classes organized by a local education and support organization (Black Rose).

 

I may change settings to warn that my blog contains adult material, but I won’t be explicit for the sake of being explicit. This blog is not going to turn into one-handed reading. As I have time I’ll post about my experiences and impressions as a way to keep a record for myself and help others who may be on this journey in the future.

Dream Last Night: Oprah and Snooki

I was a propmaster on an Oprah show about art history.  The paintings were on the top of a wall, and I was behind them, holding them up as Oprah and the guest got to each one. Then Oprah was next to me telling me that Snooki was mad at her because she sat in front of her at the Oscars. 

I told Oprah that Jersey Shore was the only thing that kept Snooki from a life of crime. Oprah nodded and said she would send Snooki some buns to smooth things over.

I told Oprah that Snooki would likely regift them, and when she presented them to the new recipient, she’d say, “Here, eat Oprah’s buns.” Oprah laughed.

Dream Last Night: I Waved Like the Queen

In a parking lot I was backing up in my car.  Two coworkers, T and D, ran up to me to catch me.  (I have a great deal of affection for these two guys.) When they got close, they dropped to their knees and began to bow to me.  I put my arm out the window and began waving to them like the Queen of England waves to her followers.  The overall tone of the dream was affectionate and warm.