An Unattended Protest

Dreams 06.13.12
More jumbled dreams but at least I am not drawing a complete blank today. When I woke up, all I remembered was the word “protest”. Although all the events I can recall don’t seem to have anything to do with the word.

Husband and I are at a cottage with Mr. JR (NOT the JR of a previous dream whom I was very sexually attracted to), a friend who recently broke up with his long distance gf. We were trying to sleep in a room that was actually the same as our bedroom when I hear a knock and a whistle at the door. JR is trying to get our attention to see if anyone wanted to join him for a cigarette. I felt a little bad for him even though he was taking the breakup quite well. I got up to join him. I also wanted to ask him to join me at a concert.

Next thing I remember, we are supposed to go someplace with a lot of people. This may be related to the “protest” part. However, when we got there the streets were empty. I recall seeing lots and lots of grey concrete.

Then I was hanging out by a car in the parking lot of a park during daytime with JM and husband. He was kind of just there but not really. The car doors were all open and we just let the breeze flow through. I was saying to JM how there were tennis rackets in the trunk because I didn’t want them to get wrecked in the house since there wasn’t a good place to store them. She reached into the back and grabbed an old tennis ball, tossing it up and down trying to entice me to play. I could see that the rubber was old, there was hardly any bounce, not even a proper thud when it landed in her hand each time she tossed it. Also I worried that the strings on the rackets were too old as well. Impact from a ball would likely go right through the strings.

However, she convinced me in the end and we went to play in the park. We didn’t play in a tennis court, just in a field and partially on a paved area. The way we played, it was just like playing catch but with rackets and ball. We were just lobbing it towards the other person who stood at the opposite end of the field. Husband and I were on the same side, the one that was half on grass, half on pavement. I remember chasing after the ball a few times when I missed bouncing it back off the racket. It rolled on the pavement and I had to weave through all the other people who had suddenly appeared, just milling about it seemed, to block my way.

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