I had a really vivid dream this morning. I actually got up at 5:30 but decided to go back to sleep because I’m still depressed about Rene’s hearing test the other day. I can’t stop thinking of the pain I allowed him to go through. I’m feeling really guilty.
Anyway, here’s the dream:
I was at the bus stop. I had my earphones on, listening to the radio on my iPhone.
I had to put my iPhone down for a little while on the bench coz I was fiddling with something in my bag. That’s when I noticed some men hovering around me. I sensed they wanted to steal my iPhone. I grabbed it quickly. The men grabbed me and held me down while they tried to steal my iPhone.
Next thing I knew I was walking around with nothing. They even took away my bag. I had no money to go home.
Nearby, I overheard a Filipino family talking. I was thinking maybe they’ll be kind enough to give me some money for bus fare.
So I approached them. The mother seemed to recognize me and acknowledged me by calling my name.
But when I told them about my robbery story they started walking away. They probably thought I was a conwoman.
I followed them, trying to convince them that I’m for real. They finally agreed and the daughter even suggested she’ll give me a lift home in her car.
I was so relieved. I followed them to the car park but I lost them in the maze of cars. I panicked.
But the daughter found me again and accompanied me to where their car was parked.
As we were about to get in the car, I pointed to a boy who was with them. I said, “That’s not Rene. Where’s Rene? We can’t leave without Rene.”
The daughter assured me, “He’s still in English Curriculum class. We’ll fetch him along the way.”
I nodded. I got in the car.
End of dream.
“Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.”
~ Marsha Norman