Answer this question for me. If I dream at least 5 times in a 7-day week and 90% of the time those dreams are about love, would you say I’m obsessed with love or just VERY interested in it? Here is another dream that I had that involves love. This time it’s two types of love; love between partners and love between friends. Background information? I live in a small rural suburb and I used to have a pet rat (named Cinnamon or ‘Cinny’ for short), which I loved extremely much and which died tragically due to rat poison being slipped in her cage from a wild rat. I am currently looking for a job but have ruled out fast food outlets and any common job, as I like to stand out in a crowd and be different. I have come to the conclusion that nothing good can come from working at McDonalds. It has little pay and no future can come of it.
My dream starts and I am in my backyard in the countryside. I am wandering around enjoying the sunshine when I see a quick, little blur out of the corner of my eye. I turn suddenly to see a baby rat in the grass, alone, scared and oh-so-cute. It has white fur with very slight brown patches on its back (just like my pet, Cinnamon). I bend down and try to pick it up, deciding that I will adopt it as my own and call it Cinnamon after my past rat, but it attacks my fingers and attempts to bite them. So I calmly pull away, trying not to spook it, and explain my past pet, how much I loved her and how much I will love this one. I somehow know that she has changed her mind so I bend down and she crawls onto my hand willingly. Afterwards I walk inside to tell my Mum that I have tamed her. I then set up Cinnamon 1’s old cage. Cinnamon 2 loves her new home and I handle her everyday just like a good owner should.
TIME PASSES
I am now in my back yard again with an older, tamer Cinnamon 2. I put her down on the grass right where I found her and tell her not to move. Then she bolts! I chase her to the outside of the garage and she is just about to escape through a gap between the garage and the tool shed and into the paddock beyond, when I lunge for her and catch her in mid leap! I am very afraid that I hurt her so I loosen my grasp and check that she’s okay. She is fine but very disappointed that I foiled her plan.
We then go inside and I put her back in her cage where she falls asleep. She has no idea how much I love her.
MORE TIME PASSES
Now Cinny 2 and I are on my front verandah overlooking the paddocks. She is sitting on my shoulder and looking at everything in amazement as I am too. Then she turns to me and gives me an apologetic look but I have no idea why. Then I catch on. She is going to try and escape again! Suddenly she leaps off my shoulder and lands on the grass below the verandah. She is running! Running away from me and towards likely harm or death! She has no idea what she is getting herself into! I run after her and try to save her but she is already so far ahead and so agile and quick I can’t keep up! Then my worst fears for her are realised! I stop on the edge of the road and she continues running. For some reason there are loads of people running on the road and she runs straight in between their feet! I scream but she can’t hear me over all the footsteps, then she comes face to face with death. A shoe is just above her and there is nothing I can do. So I cringe and turn away, already crying. I close my eyes tight but I can still hear the crushing sound as my lovable pet is crushed under the heavy foot of a stranger. I burst into frantic tears and I will my heart to stop because I know that if it completely stopped I wouldn’t be able to feel any of this immense pain!
MORE TIME PASSES
It is now a week or so later and I only remember blur’s of the week just gone; most of it pain and tears. I push myself to get out of my bedridden form and get changed into a familiar uniform. I walk out the front door and my twin brother drives me to a familiar place (My place of work in the dream). I get out of the car and walk inside the McDonalds restaurant. I am still in the zombie-like stage of mourning, showing no physical emotion and no sign of life inside. Just a shell of a human. I am nothing. Nothing.
Once inside the empty outlet I sit at a table and rest my head on my right hand. My eyes are stinging from a very salty teared week and my face is still clearing of the familiar red blotching that occurs after crying. Then 2 colleagues enter the restaurant, both female. They approach me happily and begin talking about anything other then Cinnamon. One of my friends notices that my cheeks are a beautiful shade of red and comment on how good blush looks on me. They ask me what type of blush I use and I say with a slight smile, “It’s called ‘Tears’, for the emotionally crippled”. They start laughing and amazingly I join in. I’d forgotten how good it feels to laugh. That bubbly feeling you get inside. Anything is better then nothing.
The day continues and I get better throughout. Everyone try’s to cheer me up and it is working. But then the workday ends and I am forced to go home to that hideous house full of memories of lives gone by. I used to love going home after a tiring day, but everything changed since the deaths of Cinnamon 1 and 2. I go home and sleep then wake up the next morning ready for work again. This time I can feel the smile appearing on my face as soon as I hop in the car. My twin brother drives me to work again and as I am getting out of the car I notice a boy in the car park. My brother comments on my uniform and how it ‘doesn’t quite compliment the colour of my hair’. By this time I am in a very good mood so I turn to him cheekily and say, “You used to be nice you know! When we were 4!” Then I turn to the boy who is looking at me admiringly but curiously.
I explain that it was my brother driving the car and he laughs and tells me that his comment was not true at all and my uniform DOES compliment my hair. Then I laugh and we both turn and walk inside together. I realise he is my new colleague as he is wearing the same uniform. It was love at first sight. We spend every waking moment together from then on and we fall in love so deeply that the world is once again the place I had left it that week before when I wasn’t short a friend.
MORE TIME PASSES
It has been a few years and he and I are still passionate about each other. He takes me to all the different places I had dreamed of and finally he takes me to an event, which, I can only assume, is my year 12 formal. During the night we have lots of fun and I am extremely excited to introduce him to each of my friends from school that haven’t yet met him. Some time into it I feel that the night is coming to a close and a slow song comes on. Very romantically, my love turns to me and asks for this dance. We walk onto the dance floor and he holds me firmly but lovingly against his body. We dance for a long time and I am completely content in his arms. The world is once again a beautiful place. Perfect in this moment. Everything is perfect.
Then I wake up.
Why doesn’t anything like this happen in real life? Not the first half of my dream but the second half definitely! I wish I was born in the olden days when every boy and man alike was a gentleman and knew how to treat a woman. The majority of the male population are becoming very rude and obnoxious. However I have a deep faith in the small minority of them that contain the proper qualities that a man should have. Keep it up guys! I believe in you, and 80% of girls out there do to! Don’t forget to keep trying because love is the most important thing in life and it is DEFINITELY worth fighting for!
xoxo
Kim
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