Or offer up.

Or open the door to.

Or making blanket statements of “analysis welcome.”

We're all such pessimists, aren't we? Why can't we just wish it and have a happy ending for once?

But make no mistake, I am grateful for the tough love and the unflinching mirrors and the harsh artificial bulbs highlighting my every wrinkle and flaw. In truth, I am sharing this in the most impressed and humbled manner: not only is this analysis of my dream thoughtful and intelligent, but it’s rather on-point…which again reinforces my feeling that I should not start a blog about my dreams unless it’s anonymous and I only read the feedback once a month when I’m feeling invincible and entirely convinced of my own convictions.

Let’s face facts: some of you are just too damn smart for your own britches.

ANALYSIS OF MY “SATAN STEALS MY SCISSORS” DREAM BY THE OBVIOUS REINCARNATION OF DR. FREUD OR SOME EQUALLY ILLUSTRIOUS AND INSIGHTFUL SOUL.  (***slight edits made to protect the innocent***)

If ostriches were wishes, this beggar would feast on giant eggs.

You are out (free…?), but in a destroyed world. Something terrible has happened around you, obviously, but you seem to be well. At least, alive…

The worst is over (!), and you have to move elsewhere. Begin again. You´ve lost almost everything, but you have carefully prepared for your next steps, you have everything you need with you (not much), and the company and of your good friend who is there to support you.

So there you go, and ready to “face the problems” and with “good chances to make it” (interesting, whatever you meant with “it”…)

This is quite seemingly your life.

Ok, but just when you start to face your new future, YOU walk into the devíl´s house. YOU do, my friend. He´s not stepping out that much, to stop you. Actually, you spend three lines justifying yourself of doing so.

Wouldn't it be cool if genies were real? I don't care what you say: I think it would be cool.

“I (FIRST PERSON) recognized the little lean-to shop owned by the devil (yes, THE devil) and we (LESS; BUT STILL FIRST PERSON) decided to stop. I honestly can’t remember why (YOU ARE EXCUSING YOURSELF). I don’t know if my friend wanted to (NO SHE DIDN´T: IT´S YOUR DREAM) or if I suggested it (SO IT SEEMS).”

Let´s talk about “the devil”. Let´s face it: it was NOT an accident that you met him. You consider his presence not your decission, but fate. Something BAD (your words), probably for the simple fact that in his presence you are NOT FREE. You are his puppet, and just can´t go on with YOUR life. There is a certain attraction to him, but rationally you know you should keep the distance.

“know you shouldn’t return his calls or let him keep coming around”.

But you´d be waiting, if there were no calls, or presence, right? There is an attraction. A knot. A robe that is keeping you tied up to that bad influence. (You must know….)

“I chatted with the devil for a while and he was both teasing and flirtatious”, while cooking for you…

Attraction. He´s got a power to keep you interested. He KNOWS (he´s free from the kind of uncertainties that bother you). He knows about your friend’s future, and about yours! That´s why you are afraid to ask, and he laughs.

I love despair.com. Some funny people, those.

Interestingly enough, the questions you make about your future seems to be about love. And your point is interesting: if you are in love “enough”, you won´t notice your unhappiness.My goodness. You feel so unsure about your future that you accept to be a puppet as long as there are some strings keeping you up. Not letting you down.

There is a “devil” keeping you alive, and you are afraid of cutting the strings. But you know you are trapped. and YOU, the real YOU, wants the strings cut. So you need scissors….

Surprise, surprise! Who took the scissors from you? The devil puppeteer!!!! The truth is that you consider the cutting tools ”critical items for the journey ahead“. Your “main memory from the dream was my desperation to get this stuff back.” You were “DESPERATE to get at least one pair of scissors and the knife back. I began searching frantically through his shop, but couldn’t find them anywhere. I even started snooping through drawers and in piles of clothes looking for them, and nothing.”

This became a nightmare. Unfortunately, J couldn´t help you to recover them (she was helpless too against YOUR devil…), so solving the problem was YOUR own job.

I'm going to wish for the opposite of this: and I'm going to take my chances as to whatever that will manifest.

Not only your puppeteer (whoever/whatever you think they are) was impeeding your freedom, but also, remarked his power on you, playing with the strings. I was so angry at him for toying with me. I knew he didn’t need both the scissors AND the knife, but that he took them just to upset me and hinder us on our journey.

You KNEW you had to leave, and you hated to be a loser. But you cannot take your freedom without cutting the strings. So you bargained. YOU LOST!!!!!!! I knew he had me and there was no argument to be made. I could see it on his face that he was delighted to be both fulfilling my request and yet screwing me over so significantly.

The point is: now you can sew, but that´s not what you need. Bad deal. Now you are on your way to freedom (as at the beginning of the dream), but you KNOW you are still controlled by your devils. So when you finally have to decide which way to go, the fear chills you, and make the WRONG decision: I think YOU believe that walking is not the way to go. It is a compromise, not a choice. You have no option. Can´t chose the GOOD way to go (the river, difficult but challenging, fun and exciting, you know it….) because somehow you NEED the knife and good scissors to feel free enough to swim on the rapids. But with strings all around, the puppet will sink, helpless (as the devil/puppeteer is not really in the river to save you). Soo those strings kill your freedom, but aren´t really helping.

I have no idea what this is. Nor whether the sentiment is true as my luck centers more around coin tosses and door prizes.

So you started walking and took your chances on land leaving the river aside. And your choice was so boring that you prefered to wake up…  : P

I agree with this on many levels, except to say that the river was actually a certain death, so that decision I stand by! The rest of it (and whether or not we’re talking about a mere dream or my entire life here notwithstanding)….errrr….check back with me in a few years on that, okay?

Until then, enjoy your weekend, kids.

Hope none of you are in the throes of near-death sickness or if you are, at least know the comfort of a large idiot dog and a full bottle of Nyquil Cold and Cough and with those companions by your side, are able to keep on keeping on…