My dream faded quickly the first time I was roused by my pee-dancing dogs. Rather, I presume as much because once I fully awoke, the dream memory crept in after a minute or two.

I was in a house. Or was it a condo community? Or a bed and breakfast inside a mansion? With whom was I?

My party was several people thick, with one holdout who was, in fact, terrorizing the rest of us, lying and cheating to get a one-up on us. I remember that we were sneaking between rooms and locales, averting his nefarious plans of offing each of us, one by one.

The details have dissolved, leaving the shells of imagery. I remember that I had paired up with a girl who was afraid of the antagonist; I remember being inside Adam’s attic apartment to discuss logistics [of what?]; I remember feeling alive finally, as if  I were finally experiencing a challenge for once in my thirty two years of life.

Of course, the antagonist was figurative. I believe it represents a concept familiar to us all. A hamsa is a talisman worn to protect against the “evil eye,” which manifests in others as envy, ire, and general ill will. The evil eye is not unrelated to the American “stink eye.”

The antagonist in my dream represents general oppression. Everyone knows how “terrified” I am of oppression. Lol.



About Ursula E Minor

*In lieu of verbositously bombarding the email inboxes of those whose time I take care to not waste, I sought an unobtrusive, alternative outlet for my compulsion to do exactly that. This is it. Ursula E Minor at rocketmail dot com is the address I use for private written interactivity.
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