hostage...

Last night I had a crazy dream. I won’t go into the details because lets face it, dream details can be a bit boring. Basically, I was held hostage at gunpoint. Then I escaped, ran into a couple of people I knew (one was an old friend who often betrayed people) so of course I told her what was going on. Then, obviously she told the other woman and they mocked me. I’m not sure if this fear was founded. I was suppose to be taking care of children, mine and a friends...not sure how I got all wrapped up in this game of cat and mouse.

Eventually I found myself safe again and told the “old friend” with the big mouth off in a grand way. It felt real like something I’d been harboring subconsciously for years. Soon after putting this woman in her place, I ran into a psychic. The psychic took one look at me and said, “Oh girl, what information do you need to know? You’ve been put through it. There’s nothin’ I can tell YOU.”

Tears welled up, “I just need help processing it.”

Then I woke up. The dream held a great Universal truth. We, as humans often need help processing our stuff and there is nothing to be ashamed of. We go through so much here. It is why we have friends and for those of us who have a lot to process, therapists, life coaches, psychics, etc. Everyone needs to be heard and surrounded in love.

I wonder how often we hold ourselves hostage?