A woman is followed on a spiritual board by an admirer who dreams she is a whore then he posts it to the forum where she is respected. Years later she finally gets the nerve to tell him off for insulting her that way. She hopes he is still reading her, to get the message.

Wit Of Woman

 Even if you think I’m a whore, did you really have to say it out loud like that? What possible purpose could there be in hurting me like that? And tell me this; how is a whore somehow less than the man who comes to sample her wares?

Dear rejected lover from years gone by, may we speak now? I will interpret your dream, now that I’m no longer shocked to my core that you would post on a public board your whore story. While you said that you were the one who was shocked in the dream, I can tell you this, not as much as I was shocked that you would post that!

To jog your memory in case you’ve forgotten me, I said at the time I was flabbergasted at your dream, but that was not quite true, I was shocked and hurt.  It’s like you walk your path holding a cattle prod and indiscriminately swing it about shocking whomever happens to be walking alongside you. I was to make you aware, your words have power, and your words create your reality.

 We both knew who you were speaking of, even though no names were mentioned. Since on a public board it is difficult to interpret another’s dream whom you know is yourself they speak of, I do that here and now, having collected my thoughts enough to proceed from this slap in the face, I now begin to understand better how men see women, and women see men, yet I am not ready to don any counselor position as regarding relationships. Do not ask me for anything by way of counseling. I merely interpret your dream and you may take what is true, or reject any part of it and it makes no difference to me which you do. As well such interactions as I have had with you on a mere board make me glad I have decided to have no further hope of meeting a soul mate for the duration of whatever is left of this life.

I understood, but it took several years to understand. You must be careful how it is that you use words and labels. People can get hurt. The written word is so powerful that way. Being as creative with the word as you are, you have been expressing too freely without considering another’s feelings in the matter, and how it is you might be more tactful.

Although I can hear you say now, but it is my tactlessness that became my trademark. Then I could say in return, it is well for you to be yourself and that fortune and fame come to you for being yourself. Yet there is a price that you pay, because if you want to be accepted as just being yourself, then you will understand there will be certain people who reject you and in so doing, are they not “just being themselves?”

Your dream was as I recall thus and so:

A woman had a pimp. As I describe your dream and interpret it, keep in mind they are totally your own symbols, including the pimp idea. You described the pimp character so well, there was no doubt in my mind as to whom he was, as pertains to my personal reality. He happens to be one of my very best friends and there is nothing sexual between us whatsoever, which makes it an even more so, special relationship.

We will also be comparing two worlds: physicality, and spirit world.
In this dream the woman did most her living behind closed doors in a bedroom. The bedroom is where she goes within.
Customers would come and swing open the door and the second the door opened so too would the woman’s legs open, just automatically; if any wanted her pleasures, she was always ready.

Then it was dinner time and you described this well also. The woman came from the bedroom and sat down silently at the table. You waited for the woman to speak, but she did not. I do not recall if you said she was eating. Finally she asked if she could be excused and went back to her room.

Now for my belated response to this insane dream in the year 2012, possibly some three years ago or longer that this took place.

First off, let me say I am the only woman I know of who is celibate for more than 30 years and yet still manages to get herself called, in one case the Queen of whores, by no less than the pimp in your dream, and in your dream I am depicted as a type of prisoner, who may as well have her legs tied to the door, as every time the door opened by a customer the legs also flew open.

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