In the dream, Blood was being kept in a closet or locker, and I went to feed him, only to realize that I was out of cat food (this actually is the case almost every time Blood shows up in my dreams; typically, he simply appears at some point and I suddenly realize that I had not fed him in a very long time; this most likely indicates that an aspect of myself is going hungry -- that is, being neglected/unheeded; I have a fair candidate as to what this aspect is, but I cannot be certain). He broke out of the closet/locker and disappeared, and I went through the neighborhood searching for him, as well as for a store that sold cat food.
While I was crossing what may have been a school playground, a woman ran up and collided into me. It turned out to be Lana, a former colleague from the days when I was working for the County of Los Angeles; we fell, she laughed brightly and said something flattering/encouraging to me (this actually is a good fit with the real-life Lana's personality; she often reads my Facebook posts and leaves positive comments; I wish I could remember specifically what it was she said -- oh, well).
I continued on with the search, now accompanied by Andrea, another colleague and my girlfriend before I moved to Korea; I don't know what L.A. County's policy is on intra-departmental dating, but in any case I don't think anyone knew we were dating anyway. In waking life Andrea always had been a shy, introverted girl to begin with, but in the dream this trait was exaggerated to the point where she was quite dark (not literally, this time -- I'm talking about her demeanor) and uncommunicative. Then we were stopped by a bunch of thuggish-seeming dudes challenging us. Andrea said something defiant to them and so did I, even as I felt inwardly that this was not the best way to handle it, and the leader of the gang said angrily that they had already had to do it twice (what it was they had been obliged to do, I don't remember -- but it may have been something to do with the search for Blood). Trying somewhat belatedly to defuse the situation, I said soothingly to Andrea that they had done it twice already, and that was plenty. That's where either the dream faded, or I began to wake up. I never did manage to find Blood or cat food.
The light and dark female figures have been discussed already in previous dream posts. As for the threatening, angry men, they may have been a representation of some unsatisfied/frustrated desires or unexpressed tendencies given a generic, undifferentiated form, hence the anonymous grouping. The fact that within the dream I inwardly felt that I was not handling it wisely even as I spoke rashly to them is significant. Perhaps it's related to the reason Blood was both hungry and missing.
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