\t\t\t\tDreamed last night that someone stole my stuffed animals. I\u2019ve had dreams like this before, where a bag goes missing or someone steals my mind. In those dreams it felt like someone had yanked my heart out of my chest. It was a horrible, deathly feeling of loss.<\/p>\n
In last night\u2019s dream my reaction was a little different. I was angry and irritated, but I did not feel abandoned or sinking as in other dreams of loss.<\/p>\n
What happened was I had left a big Wookie furball on the front steps to a friend\u2019s house. I left it unsecured, in the back of my mind thinking that was reckless. Anybody could walk by and steal it.<\/p>\n
I walked a few blocks away, in search of something that would secure the Wookie to the steps. On the way I passed someone else\u2019s house where I noticed that someone had stolen all my stuffed animals and placed them in their yard, along with a bunch of other stuffed animals that I assume were stolen from someone else.<\/p>\n
I stole back as many of mine as I could hold in my hands. They were all dirty from sitting outside. I walked back toward the house where I had left the Wookie, but for some reason I passed it by. I ended up on Riverside Boulevard over on the far west side of Manhattan. (That\u2019s a kind of new street by the way, not to be confused with Riverside Drive.) I made my way back toward the Wookie, but as I got closer to the house where I had left him I noticed that I had dropped all but one of the stuffed animals I had stolen back from that other house. I was most concerned about the Wild Thing, and what kind of trouble he could get into in the out-of-doors.<\/p>\n
I was irritated to find that I was going to have to retrace all my steps to find where I had dropped the stuffed animals. I don\u2019t remember which one I had not dropped and was left with. I think that the one stuffed animal that I had not dropped was not even one of mine.<\/p>\n
I started retracing my steps but quickly realized the futility. I had walked several hundred miles in those few seconds, but it would take years to walk those miles again.<\/p>\n
I entered a bookstore thinking there might be someone there I could talk to. In fact there was a woman who appeared in a dream I had months or even years ago. I never got her name. But in our conversation we reminisced about the time I showed her how to register a domain name. She had registered christopherjditson.com. I cannot believe I actually remembered that. It\u2019s weird when oddly specific information shows up in a dream.<\/p>\n
She registered that domain name because that was the name of her ex-boyfriend. She wanted to set up a vengeance website under his name, making him look like a sadistic rapist and child molester. From the way she laughed it off I assumed she ever actually did anything with the domain name.<\/p>\n
I am talking about this like it really happened.<\/p>\n
The woman and I talked for quite a while, but beyond guarded and defensive conversation she was unapproachable. Like most women I encounter these days she seemed to consider men to be enemies.<\/p>\n
I exited the bookstore. Outside there was a Shetland pony and a young girl dressed up like some kind of clown. A very pretty clown, mind you. Other people standing around were in awe of the cuteness. I could not tell if the Shetland pony was real or a stuffed animal.\t\t<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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