The cold came quickly and unexpectedly. I was too hot for a blanket when I went to bed last night, but I awoke at 4AM, because I was too cold to sleep. I had stopped checking the forecast several weeks ago. Every day was hot and I just expected more heat. I knew it had to end eventually, but I expected more of a warning, a gradual cooling.

Colder weather always makes me think of winter, Christmas, and snow; snow makes me think about snowmen and snowball fights. I have never made a snowman before. When I was young, I was not allowed to play in the snow. My mother thought it was dirty and she expected me to injure myself by slipping and falling onto an area not covered by snow. When heavy snow fell, I watched at my window as children played in the snow. I had no interest in playing with them, but I was curious about what they were doing and why they were enjoying it so much.

I don't recall when the idea of playing with snow began to develop a special significance for me. It has become a frequent component in the non-sexual fantasies that I have of women who I like a lot. I imagine that building a snowman with someone would be more intimate than sex. Somehow I never had the opportunity to build a snowman with a woman who I loved. My first girlfriend was extremely sensitive to cold weather and had a strong aversion to the idea of playing in the snow. When I date women in the wintertime who are not so averse to snow, I am usually the one who is responsible for the lack of snowplay. I prefer to not meet on days when there is a blizzard. It's too inconvenient to go out in such weather, and I probably also resist due to subconscious thoughts about the symbolic commitment that building a snowman would represent in my mind. By the next day, most of the snow has been either melted or shoveled into a mound of dense, dark, disgusting snow that is not conducive to play.

I enrolled in what I thought was a magic class. The topic for the lecture was supposed to be card tricks, but it turned out the be a lecture on how to cheat at card games. The instructor gave each student three cards that had different values and suits on each half of the card. 6 was the common value on all of them. I do not recall the value on the other half for any of them other than one that had 18. I also received 3 peacock feathers with numbers and suits on them just like regular playing cards. The task that I was working on was finding the optimum arrangement of the three cards to hide on my leg, trapped by the upper part of my sock. I had to arrange them in a way that I could find the exact card that I wanted without looking at it. The purpose of the feathers was never explained, but I had to conceal them along with the cards.

This appears to me to be a dream about sex and deception. The obvious symbols are:
6 = sex
peacock feather= penis
magic/cheating = deception

Someone just sent me a message asking only this question. There was no other text in the message. This is one of the most difficult questions for me to answer. I know that it's a very common one that people ask and that it might be the most commonly answered question, but I never know how to give a proper answer.

If I don't care to tell the person how I really am, I usually just say "I'm OK", but the real answer is much more difficult to give, because I don't know the answer. I don't think it's a problem of numbness. I know how I am when I am feeling a strong emotion, but the majority of time, I am in a neutral state. I have observed that some people circumvent this issue by not actually declaring their present condition. Instead, they discuss some event that is happening in their life, but without necessarily specifying how this event affects their current state of being.