The first, as plain as it is, I've had a little bit more trouble interpreting... It was in a bedroom, not my current or 131 bedroom, but a rather familiar (I can honestly say to the best of my knowledge I've never set foot in this room) bedroom. The walls were grey/beige lit easily by two lamps on either side of the bed. The bed, as with most adult bedrooms, was in the center of the room with the head board against the farthest wall. At the foot of the bed sat a blanket the color of blood, and the bed spread covering legs was a light brown color. The legs belonged to Taylor. Yes, that old boyfriend of mine. He was reading. His torso outside the bed spread and his arms upon it. I can only assume he was reading an Augustus Burrows novel. I walked in the room doing the thing I do every night right before bed (mind you, I don't actually have a bed routine, but in the sense of the dream, it felt as if I had done it every night for 10 years). Just having brushed my teeth, I take off my glasses. I would assume I was about to put them on my side night stand and roll into bed, but my dream ended. I cannot recall if I woke up after that or not, but I just know that it felt so real. So... Natural.
My second dream, although less... Happy (assuming you interpret the first vision as happy). I was at my parents house, for some reason, I was drawn to visit the front lawn. When I passed over the threshold of the house door, I noticed something odd. It wasn't that the sky was purple (but for all intensive purposes, it very well could have been) nor that the lawn was a sea of hats. No, what I saw was a crowd. As I drew closer I realized that the crowd was circling a car that lied, parked, beneath the oak tree.
I began to inquire why everyone was so intrigued by the vehicle when a stranger exclaimed that someone, a girl, was about to be raped. I was appalled. Why was no one doing anything? That poor girl is about to be violated and emotionally scared in front of an audience. She's going to have to live in this world knowing that she was so traumatically hurt and no one bothered to do anything about it.
Knowing that it is a horrible thing not to have hope, and that she must be completely terrified and in severe danger, I began my search for a blunt stone. My plan was to use the stone to break the window and rescue this poor girl. The moment I wielded my newly found stone to the window, I realized that there was no window. Or, at least, it had been rolled down. I was confused. Could she just not escape herself? After having paid so close attention to my new discovery, I found that I was near a group of the girls friends. They kept saying her name, Danielle. Her name was Danielle. It is such a beautiful name. Such a beautiful girl. Just to clarify, I asked one of her friends, "Her name is Danielle?" "Yes" was the quick response.
"Danielle," I said softly to the girl in the car, though she didn't react. I don't think she heard me. "Danielle," I repeated, this time followed by a quick glance from a crying, young, beautiful girl. I don't know why or how, but as soon as I had her attention, "The greatest lesson you can learn is to love, and be loved in return." The past couple of weeks this has been my moto. I of course came upon this insight while watching Moulin Rouge, this being the central theme of the film. After I said the words, Danielle stopped crying. She wiped away the tears that had been running down her face and she looked at me with the most astonishing eyes. She crawled out of the window of that car and jumped into my arms. I embraced her knowing that I just changed her life forever.
If you were to ask me what I took away from this dream, I'd come up with a mixture of answer and theory. My theory being that, while I believe that she was about to be rapped, I do not believe it was sexually. I cannot recall another person being in that car below the oak tree, so I believe that the idea of rape is more appropriate. Abuse, or improper treatment is one definition of the word. I believe that her life has been so incredibly terrible up to this point, and until now she had been blaming it on bad luck and shacking responsibility. When I came into Danielle's life, she suddenly found the courage to realize that her life is what she makes it.
The answer I'm looking for is that we have to take responsibility and stick up for ourselves. Take action and be who we are. This world will walk all over you and leave its foot print without so much as a warning. We've got to stand our ground and live. We've got to stand our ground and love.
I can't even imagine having the dreams you do.
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