lucidkara

In waking life I have ordered a new contact spinning staff from Australia and I am waiting for it to come in the mail. In my dream it had come and I was really excited. I tore open the packaging with such delight and began to adjust the colors how I wanted. I was going to go to some rave/festival thing that night in a HUGGGEEEE warehouse with concrete floors. Allen was with me helping me adjust my color settings. When I got done we first had to do some grocery shopping before I could spin it. I brought it inside with me and held it in my arms, smiling as we walked. We encountered a man who was dressed in all wind breaker type clothing who was yelling into his cell phone. It was clear he was a coach of some sort and Allen and I made small jokes about his anger problems to each other. We grabbed what we needed from the store and left. Now we were outside and it was time to try out the new staff. Allen is better than I am but I am not to horrible in my waking life. But for some reason here in my dream state I couldn’t spin it for the life of me. I kept dropping it on the hard pavement over and over again. I couldn’t even spin it once on my back without it falling off behind me. Allen kept making comments about how shitty I was doing and he kept making comments about how I didn’t deserve to have such a nice staff. Eventually I was in tears and he took it from me and said that it was going to be his staff now. He started to spin it beautifully and I felt such shame and embarrassment. I woke. =(