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In the first part of the dream, I was knocking at the door of my landlords' family's dwelling. It didn't look anything like the real-life house. In the real-life house, they live on the top floor, I'm in the basement, and there's just one door to knock on to visit them. In the dream, though, there was a more remote side entrance that had a big entranceway to get in, mainly reminiscent of the houses of some of the neighbors in the town I grew up in many years ago. Anyway, though, I was waiting for quite some time for them to hear me and come to the door.
Presently, I got in. The landlord and the landlady were there, and they apparently had company. (I don't recall seeing their two daughters in the dream.) Upon entry into their kitchen, I announced the purpose of my visit. I was just there, purely and simply, to thank them for being so good to me. But, the bizarre part followed quickly. Part of what I wanted to thank them for was being so hospitable to my TMF friends. The best I can figure it out, in this dream, I seem to have been imagining that rather than just logging into TMF through my computer, I was actually conjuring up TMF community members and bringing them into my apartment, and somehow, presumably, the presence of TMF people had been spilling over into the landlords' portion of the house, so I wanted to thank them for being so agreeable to it. Oh, and apparently the landlord and landlady were familiar with the initials TMF but didn't have any way of knowing what these initials might stand for.
So in the dream, I delivered my words of thanks, to which the landlord and landlady were about to give me their gracious reception. But, right at that moment, a male guest piped up and said something to the effect of, "Those people aren't so good. They're the ones who get together and tickle each other." At that point, in the dream, the landlady burst out in tears, as if she had just found out that her son was a serial killer. She was, at that moment, a totally broken woman, from having just learned that her tenant of the last six years is in a group of people who get together and tickle each other.
In the next "frame," I was running after my landlord, the crying woman's husband, presumably asking him to let me stay, and he was replying that he'd like to be fair to me, but not if it meant having his wife and daughters and everybody else hate him. So it was apparently a matter of seeing if they eased up in their upset reaction.
And then I woke up.
I love interpreting dreams. I do the best job with other people's, but let's see if I can have a go at this one all the same. The best I can explain it, it relates to the fact that this past week, fresh from having attended my first NEST, I've been pondering telling a few of my friends about this proclivity and this affiliation of mine, because the NEST experience gave me a few things I can describe that could make the whole idea of it a bit more comprehensible. But, I don't want to freak them out. As it happens (remembering that events very close to the time of the dream are said to be critical), just last night I was out with a female friend of mine, and since she's still a little spooked over knowing that I'm a nudist (which she's known for seven or eight years now), I wasn't sure whether she'd be a good candidate to come out to with this.
My reason for putting this post in the general discussion rather than the tickling discussion section is that I view it as being about dream interpretation. The dream and my interpretation of it are the ends, and everything else mentioned is the means. But, of course, persons interested in replying can address anything they like.
Presently, I got in. The landlord and the landlady were there, and they apparently had company. (I don't recall seeing their two daughters in the dream.) Upon entry into their kitchen, I announced the purpose of my visit. I was just there, purely and simply, to thank them for being so good to me. But, the bizarre part followed quickly. Part of what I wanted to thank them for was being so hospitable to my TMF friends. The best I can figure it out, in this dream, I seem to have been imagining that rather than just logging into TMF through my computer, I was actually conjuring up TMF community members and bringing them into my apartment, and somehow, presumably, the presence of TMF people had been spilling over into the landlords' portion of the house, so I wanted to thank them for being so agreeable to it. Oh, and apparently the landlord and landlady were familiar with the initials TMF but didn't have any way of knowing what these initials might stand for.
So in the dream, I delivered my words of thanks, to which the landlord and landlady were about to give me their gracious reception. But, right at that moment, a male guest piped up and said something to the effect of, "Those people aren't so good. They're the ones who get together and tickle each other." At that point, in the dream, the landlady burst out in tears, as if she had just found out that her son was a serial killer. She was, at that moment, a totally broken woman, from having just learned that her tenant of the last six years is in a group of people who get together and tickle each other.
In the next "frame," I was running after my landlord, the crying woman's husband, presumably asking him to let me stay, and he was replying that he'd like to be fair to me, but not if it meant having his wife and daughters and everybody else hate him. So it was apparently a matter of seeing if they eased up in their upset reaction.
And then I woke up.
I love interpreting dreams. I do the best job with other people's, but let's see if I can have a go at this one all the same. The best I can explain it, it relates to the fact that this past week, fresh from having attended my first NEST, I've been pondering telling a few of my friends about this proclivity and this affiliation of mine, because the NEST experience gave me a few things I can describe that could make the whole idea of it a bit more comprehensible. But, I don't want to freak them out. As it happens (remembering that events very close to the time of the dream are said to be critical), just last night I was out with a female friend of mine, and since she's still a little spooked over knowing that I'm a nudist (which she's known for seven or eight years now), I wasn't sure whether she'd be a good candidate to come out to with this.
My reason for putting this post in the general discussion rather than the tickling discussion section is that I view it as being about dream interpretation. The dream and my interpretation of it are the ends, and everything else mentioned is the means. But, of course, persons interested in replying can address anything they like.
