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Sep 05, 2012 - 0 comments




I had a dream that I was in a class for people who had depression.  I was kinda sitting towards the back in this dark room and when it was my turn, I talked but nobody agreed with me or made condescending remarks after I talked. I named some of the movies I liked and the guy behind me said, "That movie sucked".  I can't remember what else I talked about but I remember feeling like I did when I was in school... like ppl were going out of their way to embarrass me in front of the class.  We had a break while the teacher (who was my counselor) got into an argument with a student. She walked out into the hall and left the door open.  I saw my supervisor walk by and look into the room a few times cuz he thought he recognized me but u could see that he wasn't sure.  I waved at him and he waved back. A couple more people from work walked by and waved, I waved back. I suddenly felt a lil bit of confidence... like I wasn't as alone as I thought I was. Or like I was cool because I knew them. I also felt like I was gonna have to tell them later why I was in that class because they all seemed shocked that I was there.

When class resumed, I was either told or felt like I wasn't getting "the lesson".    A girl who was sitting in front of me started to show me her artwork.  She took tiny beads and made mural like art out of them.  "You placed every single bead?!" I asked her.  She showed me some more of her work and it was abstract shapes of plastic glued to paper.  I thought they were beautiful, colorful and cheery.  I guess that was her "lesson" on paper.  We talked for a while and she told me that I have a lot of positive things about myself and I should change "my story." We laughed and talked for a while... missing everything the teacher was saying cuz we were too busy laughing and carrying on.

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