Get Out of Here!
I was sleeping, Marcela was next to me. It was now, not as kids. I saw hands of men coming from outside trying to open the door, but at the same time waiting for permission to come in. There was a scary sound coming from them. I screamed, Go Away, Go Away, Go Away over and over again, hoping they would. Kept trying for Marcela to wake up. Finally, I screamed Get Out of Here! It was loud. It stopped. They stopped. I woke up. Dreams are hard because it could have been because of that podcast on hidden brain, but this also aligns well with what I have been dreaming and thinking about. Poppy's friends. Men we called tios. Maybe not all of them, but definitely him. The one without fingers. I didn't sleep after that. I had a rough night. It's been a rough 6 months. I am ready to go home. Settle down. Meet someone. Feel stable. I'm grateful for... - family - hope for healing - being able to bike again