Warm Fuzzy Feeling
Dream Prompt #4
One minute the music was so loud it was making the sides of my head pound inwards, the next if felt so muffled I could only feel the bass line as it reverberated across my body.
The people around me were moving maniacally just a few moments prior, but now if looked as if everybody was moving in slow motion and I could make note of every slight change in their facial expressions.
Marissa made her way across the crowd carrying our drinks and she whispered something in my ear I could not make out — but I did make note of her blueberry perfume, a faint hint of it still present in her neck.
As we danced, she held my hands and caressed my face. Every time she did I felt as a plush rug being caressed. We danced closer and closer, until our lips where inches from each other — but never quite touching, to the point it ache every time we drifted further apart.
I woke up at dawn to the sound of my loft door closing. The pillow next to me smelled like blueberries still. On the nightstand, there were was a post it with a smiley face and a phone number, and bellow it, my fee for the night.
If you are intrigued by what you just read, please make sure to read up on the why.
The actual dream
Dreamt about what I think were sex workers. People dancing suggestively on large, tall, white cement cylinders. I think there was a feather boa in there somehow. There was a sense of urgency.
What do I think it means?
This dream was less clear than the last few. There was no “story” to it, if you will. More like disconnected imagery and vague feelings. My head has been feeling quite heavy and full lately, so maybe this was just my brain trying to flush for extra space…?
What does the Internet think it means?
According to Dream Moods, “To see or dream that you are with a prostitute suggests that you are feeling sexually deprived or needy. Alternatively, the dream is commenting on how you wished that sexual relationships were more simple and straightforward.”
However, dreaming about dancing “signifies freedom from any constraints and restrictions”…
In a way, it is if as I am being pulled in two different directions — which in this particular moment of my life, I would say it makes sense! The last year was nothing but a tug of war between where I am and where I want to be. We are getting closer though, so dreams… chillax!
Well, that is all for this week’s dream journal prompt, see you on the next Weaving Wednesday!
