"If dreams are a window to the soul, then lucid dreams must be a doorway." - Joseph E. Duncan III
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Curiouser and Curiouser Dream
I dreamed last night that I was a modern American soldier stationed in a foreign country. We were there to provide social support serviced (food, shelter, and some semblance of order) to the people who were in a "region of unrest". Our squad received orders to prepare for an attack from gerilla forces near-by, but we were only armed with mock weapons. The military apparently did not expect that we would need to actually fight.
Our job was to protect the locals. So, we gathered them together in a community hall where we could defend them easier. At the gathering there were benches arranged like pews in a church for people to sit on. I took a seat in the front pew.
While I was seated a young boy motioned for me to hold him the way children do. So, without thinking anything about it I picked him up and set him on one leg and held him with one arm in an assuring manner.
After holding the boy innocently for a few minutes I remembered that the other people around me knew I was a child sex "offender", and I became slightly self conscious about it. But I also realized that the boy needed the reassurance of being held by an adult. And since I had no sexual interest in the boy at the time I decided his need was more important than my discomfort.
A few minutes later everyone in the room stood up to begin a procession line to receive a portion of food (one bite of scrambled eggs). When I stood up I set the boy on his own feet and he wondered away, apparently satiated for now.
The woman next to me was tending to a three-year-old little girl. The woman asked me to watch the girl while she excused herself to the bathroom. I said I would, and let the child hold onto my pant leg while I continued to monitor the progress of the food line. The little girl did not seem frightened or uncomfortable, so I did not pay her much attention since she did not seem to need it.
A moment later the little girl apparently became curious about the difference between a man and a woman, as she began touching my privates on the outside of my pants. At first I did not pay her any attention because I did not realize her attention and touches were deliberate. But then she grabbed me out right and began trying to determine what I had between my legs.
At that point I gently removed her hands and calmly told her that it was not appropriate behavior, which seemed to satisfy her.
What I found most interesting about this dream is that I did not feel "judged" for being a "sex offender" even though everyone in the dream knew about my past. It was this lack of feeling judged that allowed me to respond appropriately to the child, instead of trying to take advantage of her natural curiosity.
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