CHiLLEN's Dream Journal

Back To School
I arrive at my home town football oval. I can see my brother in the distance kicking to the football. It's pretty packed and the cricket nets are full also. I see dad is here in his car. He may have dropped me off. I walk into the club rooms where there's quite a few people. It looks to be the first day of school because they're sorting out who goes it what class. I hear my name called out and I try to get their attention. Eventually they hear me and I walk over to the table where they called my name. It's a lady I'm talking to, and I ask her a serious but stupid question. I ask what year I completed last year. I think it was either 10 or 11. I feel lucky to be completing school as I know how important it is to work hard at it. I feel mature and willing to do so.

I get a phone call from someone that works for welfare. I explain a bit of my situation to her and she tells me that she may be able to get me on some sort of help. I break down, as I don't expect to hear that someone is willing to help. I explain how hard it is for me.

I'm back at the footy ground and I'm surfing behind the goals. There's a few levels where people sit, which have turned into sets of waves. I'm with a few people I know. I struggle to get onto some of the waves, as I can't find the right one to ride.

I'm in a mix of Daryl's old house and the top of where the waves were. Ronda Rousey offers me some cake that's been shaped into a picture of her. I say I only want a small piece and cut her head off the cake. She finds this ballsy and a sign of someone that really backs themselves.