I had this dream where I was in this cafeteria looking room with a bunch of other girls my age. A man was with us, sitting at another table by himself. He was the man in charge. We all followed his authority, knowing that is just how it was. Then, this new girl appeared.
She was standing, eating some pasta with her hands. This was not the norm, so the man yelled at her, made fun of her. The new girl was crying in shame, trying to hide herself while she continued to eat, but there was nowhere to go, so her shoulders sunk. She was hunched over, protecting her heart.
I began to get very emotional, yelling at the man things like, "How could you do this to her?!".
I was distraught, and even more distraught to see that none of the other girls were phased. Even if they were, nobody was doing anything.
So, I took matters into my own hands. I took the new girl under my wing, holding her hand everywhere we went. I still remember how her hands felt, and the fact that she bit her nails.
Her thumb was dry and broken and felt rigid. I remember what her hands looked like too. They looked like my mom's hands.
At one point, I vividly remember her face focusing. The dream crystalized clearly while we looked at each other. She was a redhead, with medium sized eyes, an intent and expressionless stare. I said something like, "You have something to tell me, don't you?"
Now when I asked this, I knew I was in a dream, and I was asking this girl if she came to me in this dream to tell me something.
I don't remember if she physically answered me, but I received an answer. Her eyes said enough. The slight movements of her head.
She had come to me. To show me something.
This dream stuck with me throughout the day, most intensely right after I woke up. I felt soft, caring, nurturing. Very motherly.
I had work this day. When I first got to work, I was briefly talking to a girl who immediately reminded me of my dream. She reminded me so much of the girl I took under my wing. It was a good feeling.
Anyways, she went to her station, and I went to mine. At my station, I was working with this girl I never met. I will be honest, for the context of this story, I typically have a harder time making connections with girls and tend to be more hesitant to reach out.
But, I felt this calling to talk to this girl, and so I did. I give credit to the softness that this dream evoked in me.
We talked all day, and I felt very safe around her, and I believe she felt similar around me. She actually opened up to me quite a bit about men in her life and the mental / emotional abuse she has gone through... which is what prompted me to take the girl in my dream under my wind. Symbolic.
I believe it was my dream that paved the way for this beautiful connection, as well as future friendships with girls.
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