Yesterday, 01:34 PM
I just had a series of intense and transformative dreams last night. Here’s a couple of them:
1:
My mom said something rude to me, like she expected me to hop to her every little whim. I got in her face and told her very firmly, but still gently, to never talk to me like that again. The crazies thing was that she actually agreed with respect in her eyes. The reason it was crazy to me is that talking to my mom is often like talking to a brick wall.
2:
I was on a bus and a few people were trying to bully me. I kept shrugging off the negativity and showing them genuine compassion and concern for their wellbeing. For example a boy with balloons was being nasty towards me and I asked him if he was okay. He tried to be mean a few times but I just kept showing concern for his wellbeing. He eventually softened and instead looked sad as his vulnerability showed. He let go of the balloons.
I gazed at the balloons as they flew away into the sky (we’re still in the bus somehow). Watching the balloons, I noted wistfully that this world is savage and cruel. I noticed how the chaos of the world was reorganizing me. The people who were rude to me came from a place of weakness. They should be shown the same compassion as you would show a child in need.
1:
My mom said something rude to me, like she expected me to hop to her every little whim. I got in her face and told her very firmly, but still gently, to never talk to me like that again. The crazies thing was that she actually agreed with respect in her eyes. The reason it was crazy to me is that talking to my mom is often like talking to a brick wall.
2:
I was on a bus and a few people were trying to bully me. I kept shrugging off the negativity and showing them genuine compassion and concern for their wellbeing. For example a boy with balloons was being nasty towards me and I asked him if he was okay. He tried to be mean a few times but I just kept showing concern for his wellbeing. He eventually softened and instead looked sad as his vulnerability showed. He let go of the balloons.
I gazed at the balloons as they flew away into the sky (we’re still in the bus somehow). Watching the balloons, I noted wistfully that this world is savage and cruel. I noticed how the chaos of the world was reorganizing me. The people who were rude to me came from a place of weakness. They should be shown the same compassion as you would show a child in need.
