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Interesting one. I was in some (unfamiliar) place, and prepared to try to off-load, or sell or something, some item(s) (this is perhaps related to current 'KonMari' efforts of mine - an activity that I'm taking very seriously, as I find my surroundings very Symbolic of my mental state - so I see my ability to push forward with discarding not-needed things majorly indicative of my progress in many areas of my life - and in its own way, to be a crucial task towards improving it).
I had approached some dealer and had been preparing to show them the item(s), I think. Abruptly, however, the Buffy character of Xander showed up, as if alerted by the fact that I was trying to offload said item(s) - as they apparently belonged to the slayer organization of which he was a member, as if my commencing the process alerted them somehow (perhaps by magic). In any case, he arrived, coldly angry (such bad-@ssery a not uncommon trait of his character when used in fanfics that I have read recently).
What wasn't clear to me was whether I was also some far-flung member of that orgnanization, left alone on post, as it were, and ignored - if so, possibly I had 'forgotten' that fact, and upon seeing the unneeded materials, had been preparing to matter-of-factly get rid of them, but was suddenly noticed upon my nascent attempt to rid myself of whatever material(s) it was - an action apparently seen as an act of betrayal, based on Xander's reaction. I do know that I found his sudden, threatening arrival and anger shocking. In any case, Xander's reaction seemed to me to be overkill, and near the end of my dream recall, I told him that I hadn't been about to truly get rid of the item(s) without their permission, but had merely been doing the groundwork to see if they were valuable enough to sell, and would of course have then asked them if they were interested in selling them. (At that point I was in reproachful 'What, you didn't trust me? ' mode, though I have a suspiscion, post-waking, that I was backpedalling there, as I had simply hadn't realized that the materials were (supposedly) not 'mine' to offload).
But I also have, post waking, a general feeling of sullen resentment, a 'Did you really think so little of me?' feeling. Almost a 'Now I in turn feel betrayed by your attitude.' feeling.
Dare I say, an 'If you really think so little of me that you'd come at me like that with such a vigorous 'J'accuse!!', then @#$% you (all) right back!' feeling.
Like I said....interesting. It should be noted that Marie Kondo cautions readers to only deal with their own 'stuff', to not mess with other people's stuff, when, for example, sharing living space with others.
So, needless to say.... take care with whom you share 'living space'.
I had approached some dealer and had been preparing to show them the item(s), I think. Abruptly, however, the Buffy character of Xander showed up, as if alerted by the fact that I was trying to offload said item(s) - as they apparently belonged to the slayer organization of which he was a member, as if my commencing the process alerted them somehow (perhaps by magic). In any case, he arrived, coldly angry (such bad-@ssery a not uncommon trait of his character when used in fanfics that I have read recently).
What wasn't clear to me was whether I was also some far-flung member of that orgnanization, left alone on post, as it were, and ignored - if so, possibly I had 'forgotten' that fact, and upon seeing the unneeded materials, had been preparing to matter-of-factly get rid of them, but was suddenly noticed upon my nascent attempt to rid myself of whatever material(s) it was - an action apparently seen as an act of betrayal, based on Xander's reaction. I do know that I found his sudden, threatening arrival and anger shocking. In any case, Xander's reaction seemed to me to be overkill, and near the end of my dream recall, I told him that I hadn't been about to truly get rid of the item(s) without their permission, but had merely been doing the groundwork to see if they were valuable enough to sell, and would of course have then asked them if they were interested in selling them. (At that point I was in reproachful 'What, you didn't trust me? ' mode, though I have a suspiscion, post-waking, that I was backpedalling there, as I had simply hadn't realized that the materials were (supposedly) not 'mine' to offload).
But I also have, post waking, a general feeling of sullen resentment, a 'Did you really think so little of me?' feeling. Almost a 'Now I in turn feel betrayed by your attitude.' feeling.
Dare I say, an 'If you really think so little of me that you'd come at me like that with such a vigorous 'J'accuse!!', then @#$% you (all) right back!' feeling.
Like I said....interesting. It should be noted that Marie Kondo cautions readers to only deal with their own 'stuff', to not mess with other people's stuff, when, for example, sharing living space with others.
So, needless to say.... take care with whom you share 'living space'.