Another Dream — The Girl I Couldn’t Reach.
(18th August 2016)
I had another one of those dreams last night.
“I was in church (the one I was attending before), sitting at a table with some other people. A Bible Study was about to start.
There was a young woman sitting across from me. She had long dark hair, and she was new at the church. She looked rather fragile and vulnerable. She was thin and pale. She didn’t speak and just kept her head down.
The study started, and the girl seemed to be overwhelmed by what was going on, by all of the noise and all of the people. She didn’t like what was going on. I looked at her and thought to myself, “I know how you feel. I feel scared too.”
Not long into the study she got up and left. I decided to go after her, as I was concerned. No one else went after her — everybody just carried on without a second thought.
I followed her at a distance, concerned and curious to see where she would go. She didn’t seem to be going anywhere in particular. She was just wandering around aimlessly. I couldn’t really tell what she may have been thinking or feeling either. She just seemed completely blank and spaced out. It was as though she was walking around in a fog or something.
After a while she stopped and stood by the side of a building. Two young men approached her, laughing and joking around. They were drinking something out of a cup, and I knew it was a drug of some sort. They offered it to the girl, and she took the cup from them.
I really didn’t want her to drink it, and so I tried to rush forward towards her, to stop her. But I couldn’t move. It was as though something was holding me back, preventing me from getting near her. I struggled against the invisible force, but it was no good. All I could do was watch helplessly as she drank.
After she had drank it, she gave the cup back to the men, and they left. She started walking again, and I could tell that she was drugged. She was staggering as she walked, and she seemed very disoriented and dazed. I knew that she was in danger. I could see that she was close to collapsing, and that anything could happen to her.
I realised that I could move again, and so I went after her. But although I was able to follow her, I was unable to get close enough to help her. Something was just holding me back from completely reaching her.
I looked around and realised that people from church were outside, walking around. I started to call out to them, but there was no response. I called people by name, pointing at the girl, asking them to help her. But they all completely ignored me. It was like I was not part of them, was nothing to do with them, and so they blanked me and carried on walking and talking as though I wasn’t even there.
I felt helpless. I became more desperate, crying out even louder for people to help her, but they were oblivious. It was as though the girl was invisible to them. She was nobody to them, and they couldn’t have cared less about her.
I didn’t know what more I could do. I couldn’t help her, and nobody else would help her either. I stopped and stood still, and I could still see the girl staggering, getting further and further away. Then I woke up.”
There really seems to be a pattern to these dreams. I have to say though that I found this one to be troubling, and I don’t know what to make of it.
