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Hey folks. I just woke up from a dream less than an hour ago that I had the presence of mind to try to write down as many details about it as possible as soon as I could. Generally, I don't remember too many dreams, and those that I do have some memory of after I awaken I often forget in large part not long thereafter. (Yes, I realize a dream journal would be ideal.) So not only does the dream itself seem significant, it becomes all the more so that I managed to hold onto a good chunk of it. Ladies and gentlemen, start your interpreting:
I am at some writer’s boot camp as a student (I was just at a young writer’s camp in July as a counselor/teacher); I think I am younger, and the camp is more paramilitary in appearance. Previous to the coming scene, the only thing I recall is laying on my bunk writing, having to explain the pecularities of gender choices in my work to a counselor as stemming from the fact "I’m gay." (In reality I’m bi, with a belief of virginity on the gay side of the equation, which, in the sole lucid moment of the dream, I feel the need to qualify shortly thereafter when the counselor reacts with something that might be surprise or might be disdain.) Later I’m in a sparsely-populated classroom when a witchy-type woman (originally mistake for Eastern Orthodox) comes in (seem to remember a male companion?), erases part of board, and begins writing in small, cramped hand, seemingly about the nature of erotic fiction. A man and his children come in, seemingly touring the camp, squint at board, try to read but get discouraged or disturbed and leave. Sensing that this is an opportunity for arcane knowledge, I begin copying what she’s written, and suddenly perspective shifts: I see her, younger somehow, running up steps as she’s drawing them with magick chalk held out in front of her, white stone walls resolving into being as she draws them. A man’s disembodied baritone laughs, “Huzzah, my queen: the origin of erotic fiction was homoerotic in nature to begin with” (I assume because the only actual partner involved is oneself but one plays all roles) then sings, “Prepare! Prepare! Prepare and take great care!” Perspective shifts again so I’m seeing from her perspective. Reaches landing and girl wearing white but with choker with seven- or nine- pointed star of rainbow color greets me, smiling. (She says something I don’t remember now, begins heading downstairs.) I turn left and continue up stairs, which I am no longer drawing, to next landing; there is a room off the landing but I do not go in (someone inside?), instead going up to next landing; it would seem the stairs turn right and continue upwards from there. There is a window here, but I turn back to see two women, both in white (one or both the girl I’d seen?), hair pulled back, alighting the first landing, then turn right, except I do not recall any room there for them to go into. I begin to walk back down the steps to investigate, but wake up instead.
A few details that may or may not be of relevance: I was dressed in a white bathrobe as I was sleeping, with a green sheet covering my head, laying with my feet pointing roughly east, my head pointing west. The meat of this dream would have occurred around 12 noon local time, on this day, October 1. I also often favor white garb when in full VJBJr fictionsuit mode, and one idea I've been bandying about for my Halloween costume would involve a mostly white costume, too.
There are a number of other reads I have on the above, but I'm curious as to what the lot of you get from it, so fire away. Your assistance is greatly appreciated.
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