Dream: Playing man against man
Jan. 27th, 2005 09:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mokie_edomThis dream I only remember in sporadic details, and I'm afraid the few details I remember give a false impression of what the dream was about. I go through them knowing there was more to it, something important, that has slipped away.
In the beginning, there was a very angry short and scrawny man with a tan screaming about something. He was on the verge of becoming violent, and I was afraid for my safety. Also in the room was a tall heavyset man (very much like Hurley from "Lost," in fact), who was standing and watching the other man lose it.
I backtracked in the dream, and set out to win the large man over to my side. Part of it was simple attraction, part was the urge to have someone to protect me from the shorter man, and part of it was me being a shameless flirt. (I am not a shameless flirt in waking life. I have to be very drunk or very goofy to go into shameless flirt mode.) I got a bit huggy, and though I normally do not like to be touched by people I don't know, I enjoyed the contact. It was not sexual at all, just a need for human contact.
At some point, the large man and I, along with an aquaintance or three, were at some sort of rural farm or farmer's market looking over produce and handicrafts, listening to little old ladies make snarky remarks about lovey-dovey couples (though we weren't, I think). We looked at a few of the horses that were on the site, and I suddenly felt guilty for taking advantage of this guy and trying to get close to him just for protection. I asked him what kind of things he liked to do, thinking that I might like him as a person if I got to know him. He said not much--he had rats and he liked to write.
A woman who was supposed to be restocking a display stand of beaded necklaces walked over, put the ugly ones on the bar, and walked away praising herself loudly for keeping the nice ones to herself. I flicked through a few strands before giving up and looking at the horses. One, for some reason, had a monocle. I petted it, but when I saw its eyes I thought it suddenly looked dangerous and backed away.
Time moved forward and again I was in the room with the short man who was screaming, but he seemed less intimidating the second time around. When he tried to get in my face, the larger man stepped forward and said, "Hey now," drawing him back. The two men got into an argument but I lost interest, moving to the door to look out. There was mail and I stepped out to get it, but the mailbox was broken and half of the mail had slipped into an area that was hard to reach.
Throughout the dream there was a small black boy playing in front of my house, pointing out various things; I can only remember the last incident. As I was trying to get the last piece of mail, he called for me to look at the robin. He sounded scared but looked excited as feathers rained down on him and a purple American robin did its best to stay airborn above his head, pestered by what looked like a small wren colored like a sparkling bluejay.
Notes and explanatory details
#1. Normally two men connected in a dream immediately puts me in mind of the Two Men that occasionally pop up to threaten me in dreams; even when they start out as innocent figures, a moment comes along in which things are turned upside down and they become menacing. At no point in this dream, however, did the larger man become at all frightening, though he and the shorter man were clearly some sort of matched set.
#2. The two horses, on the other hand, pulled a classic Two Men turn around. One moment the animal was enjoying an ear scratch, and the next I looked into eyes that clearly wanted to hurt me. I don't know that I'm ready to call this another appearance of the Two Men, but it was very jarring.
#3. Race often crops up where the Two Men do, generally in an appearance of the Black Lady, but sometimes as her son; this was him, albeit in a younger incarnation, and that furthers the impression that the Two Men were one of the aforementioned duos. What he was trying to communicate, in connection with the mail and the birds, I'm not sure.
In the beginning, there was a very angry short and scrawny man with a tan screaming about something. He was on the verge of becoming violent, and I was afraid for my safety. Also in the room was a tall heavyset man (very much like Hurley from "Lost," in fact), who was standing and watching the other man lose it.
I backtracked in the dream, and set out to win the large man over to my side. Part of it was simple attraction, part was the urge to have someone to protect me from the shorter man, and part of it was me being a shameless flirt. (I am not a shameless flirt in waking life. I have to be very drunk or very goofy to go into shameless flirt mode.) I got a bit huggy, and though I normally do not like to be touched by people I don't know, I enjoyed the contact. It was not sexual at all, just a need for human contact.
At some point, the large man and I, along with an aquaintance or three, were at some sort of rural farm or farmer's market looking over produce and handicrafts, listening to little old ladies make snarky remarks about lovey-dovey couples (though we weren't, I think). We looked at a few of the horses that were on the site, and I suddenly felt guilty for taking advantage of this guy and trying to get close to him just for protection. I asked him what kind of things he liked to do, thinking that I might like him as a person if I got to know him. He said not much--he had rats and he liked to write.
A woman who was supposed to be restocking a display stand of beaded necklaces walked over, put the ugly ones on the bar, and walked away praising herself loudly for keeping the nice ones to herself. I flicked through a few strands before giving up and looking at the horses. One, for some reason, had a monocle. I petted it, but when I saw its eyes I thought it suddenly looked dangerous and backed away.
Time moved forward and again I was in the room with the short man who was screaming, but he seemed less intimidating the second time around. When he tried to get in my face, the larger man stepped forward and said, "Hey now," drawing him back. The two men got into an argument but I lost interest, moving to the door to look out. There was mail and I stepped out to get it, but the mailbox was broken and half of the mail had slipped into an area that was hard to reach.
Throughout the dream there was a small black boy playing in front of my house, pointing out various things; I can only remember the last incident. As I was trying to get the last piece of mail, he called for me to look at the robin. He sounded scared but looked excited as feathers rained down on him and a purple American robin did its best to stay airborn above his head, pestered by what looked like a small wren colored like a sparkling bluejay.
Notes and explanatory details
#1. Normally two men connected in a dream immediately puts me in mind of the Two Men that occasionally pop up to threaten me in dreams; even when they start out as innocent figures, a moment comes along in which things are turned upside down and they become menacing. At no point in this dream, however, did the larger man become at all frightening, though he and the shorter man were clearly some sort of matched set.
#2. The two horses, on the other hand, pulled a classic Two Men turn around. One moment the animal was enjoying an ear scratch, and the next I looked into eyes that clearly wanted to hurt me. I don't know that I'm ready to call this another appearance of the Two Men, but it was very jarring.
#3. Race often crops up where the Two Men do, generally in an appearance of the Black Lady, but sometimes as her son; this was him, albeit in a younger incarnation, and that furthers the impression that the Two Men were one of the aforementioned duos. What he was trying to communicate, in connection with the mail and the birds, I'm not sure.
