March 26, 2008
I was vacationing in Florida and at an indoor playground – like pool area. There were many small pools and hot tubs set up for people to hang out with small groups in. In addition to me, there were a lot of teenage boys milling around and playing in all the pools. to go into one of the hot tubs located in the middle of the concrete playground area when the boys jumped right into it. Instead, I went into the back to a secluded hot tub. I walked around the parameter of it (it was only about 3-4 feet in diameter) and stopped. I started lowering myself in and I noticed something yellow, oily, and glittering on the surface. I stood up straight. When I stood up I could no longer see it. I started bending down again, trying to change my angle to look in the tub. Eventually, I saw it again gleaming on the surface and realized what had happened: the boys hanging out in the other hot tubs had peed in this one.
Somehow, I was suddenly in an outdoor shopping center in Florida. It was so open that the stores only had two standing walls to differentiate themselves as individual shops. I went ‘into’ a store that sold homemade candy and started talking to one of the sales associates – a pregnant woman in her early thirties. She told me that she was only two months pregnant but her stomach was already protruding like she was much further along. She said that was because she was carrying a boy. She had two other girls, had barely shown, and they slid right out. I followed her out onto the sidewalk while she closed up shop. To my left was an open stable with three men hanging out. I recognized one of them as someone I used to work with in high school: Chris. Chris is someone that I haven’t seen in years. I walked up and started talking to him, asking him what was new. He said that he had found Jesus. I asked: “How could you find Jesus more?”. (In real life, I have no clue what religion Chris was, if one, or how religious he really was at all… but the dream version of Chris happened to be very religious already.) He started explaining how he became more religious. I don’t remember the explanation at all.
Notes:
I was recently in Florida. My brother and some of his friends came down to
In Florida we went to St. Armand’s Circle – which is a ritzy outdoor mall.
One of my coworkers at the Gap was named Chris. I forget his last name, but I used to know it. I have been trying to remember it to see if I could find him…maybe on Facebook, but I don’t have much to go by. The last time I saw him was my second year in college.
Last night I watched The Duchess, a movie about an English Duchess that was married to a Duke so he could get an heir. She had two girls of her own and was really pressured to have a son. This may explain my encounter with a woman pregnant with a son in this dream.
2 comments:
Groups of teenage boys tend to like hanging out at public pools and hot tubs for one reason, females tend to be wearing very little. Being with your new husband in this environment presents an interesting contrast. It is only natural for a beautiful women to become intoxicated by the male gaze. This addiction is born in the fertile soil of the social insecurities of puberty. Being all decked out in your new two piece, walking through this environment surrounded by lusting penetrating eyes is probably a literal flashback to your own teenage experience. After young girls get through being TERRIFIED of this situation, they relish it in total ecstasy (as a direct emotional counterbalance to the severe social insecurity that tortured them up until this paradigm shift). Dreams love to sneak us a dose to tease our old addictions, when our consciousness denies that it's in withdrawal. Being recently married or "off the market" can understandably make this old addiction feel neglected. A little hair o' the dog that bit you will make any hangover at least feel a little better. Or maybe - a spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down. The scene ends with you and your hubby deciding this scene wasn't for you, thanks to you noticing the vile nature of the present from (or presence of) these juveniles. (I'm too pooped to delve into the latter half of the dream right now, maybe later.)
... and that wasn't pee.
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