I had just moved to a small place in the deep South, and just gotten a job as a clerk somewhere. I then met a guy who was part of a band I liked, except he had left the band because he didn’t feel he belonged, was just being used. I understood that. he got an invitation to rejoin the band, and I encouraged him to try… and I went with him, just ignoring the new job, figuring I could take unpaid leave for a week. We got in an empty boxcar, and then a train pulled up and picked us up, taking us West somewhere. When we got there, a party was going on, and I started looking for my usual, a woman who wants to BE WITH me. One woman looked like a possible, and she started getting close, then just took me to a empty room, started to take off her pants, and said, “OK, make it quick.” I said no, that was not what I wanted. Had trouble explaining the concept of long-term relationship to her. She thought it didn’t sound like much fun, and I couldn’t explain the fun of belonging to someone, so I went back to the party room. Another woman seemed interested\/interesting, and I got to talk to her some, but never seemed to be able to get close (it was as if she was linterally wearing boxes around herself). We had some good talks, I even talked about using my Culdee haircut as camouflage among the Southern Baptists at home (i.e., being a “weird” Christian was better than not being a Christian, and they left me alone), but the “boxes” never came off. It also came out that, since I had come to the party with that other guy, people thought he and I were “together”, meaning that I was gay. I laughed that off, but that didn’t change some perceptions. The dream ended with me preparing to go back “home” and get back to my job, alone still. This being a dream, not all the pieces fit together well, and I never found out how the other guy fared in HIS quest to be “together” with his band.<\/p>\n
I have been having more good dreams lately (“good” meaning I remember them long enough to write them down, not just that they seem to have some significance, though there is that, too)… I take that as a good sign.<\/p>\n
Hugs,
Me<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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