Hey, how's it going ya'll
So, ever had a dream that really touched you? I don't mean a short term touch like waking you up scared or just sad, the usual thing, I mean something that stays with you for some time.
Anyway, enough with this boring introduction and let's get down to business
Here is my experience:
I once had a dream of me and a child standing on front of a fridge. The child was someone I don't know that looked, deciding by his worn-out dress and figure, very poor, very sad as I saw on his face, and starving with hunger. The kinda person that really feels like all sadness and sorrow of the world are on their shoulders.
The kid opened the door of the fridge while I was standing right by his side, looked around inside and his face started to change with a faint smile. He then extended his arm very slowly with a very week looking and shaky hands inside and picked up a red radish, a small one, held it tight to his chest, did the same again but with one a little bigger than the first holding them both very tight. His face became full of happiness like those two radishes brought life to his body.
Then something really bad happened. I was watching him all the time with no emotions or feelings at all. Seeing him holding the two radishes tight like it meant everything to him, looking like he's the happiest in the world, I forcefully took the two radishes from him without caring or thinking about his feeling, returned it back to the fridge and closed the door.
As I did that awful and merciless act, I started to cry very hard in a way I don't remember when I did the last time. I woke up, and was crying with loud moans. Tears hammered down like a waterfall. My facial expressions changed like I had full facial plastic surgery job to have the saddest crying face in the world. I sat down on the bed holding my head and wiping the crazy amount of tears. I stayed like that for sometime trying to hold back my sadness that it felt like hours crying.
This dream can't leave my mind. I feel I did something bad to someone in real life. Now I give away more to poor children I see in the streets. I think I ow the poor so much as I skipped the alms (obligatory charity in my culture) and its conditions are probably met on my side.
So, ever had a dream that really touched you? I don't mean a short term touch like waking you up scared or just sad, the usual thing, I mean something that stays with you for some time.
Anyway, enough with this boring introduction and let's get down to business
Here is my experience:
I once had a dream of me and a child standing on front of a fridge. The child was someone I don't know that looked, deciding by his worn-out dress and figure, very poor, very sad as I saw on his face, and starving with hunger. The kinda person that really feels like all sadness and sorrow of the world are on their shoulders.
The kid opened the door of the fridge while I was standing right by his side, looked around inside and his face started to change with a faint smile. He then extended his arm very slowly with a very week looking and shaky hands inside and picked up a red radish, a small one, held it tight to his chest, did the same again but with one a little bigger than the first holding them both very tight. His face became full of happiness like those two radishes brought life to his body.
Then something really bad happened. I was watching him all the time with no emotions or feelings at all. Seeing him holding the two radishes tight like it meant everything to him, looking like he's the happiest in the world, I forcefully took the two radishes from him without caring or thinking about his feeling, returned it back to the fridge and closed the door.
As I did that awful and merciless act, I started to cry very hard in a way I don't remember when I did the last time. I woke up, and was crying with loud moans. Tears hammered down like a waterfall. My facial expressions changed like I had full facial plastic surgery job to have the saddest crying face in the world. I sat down on the bed holding my head and wiping the crazy amount of tears. I stayed like that for sometime trying to hold back my sadness that it felt like hours crying.
This dream can't leave my mind. I feel I did something bad to someone in real life. Now I give away more to poor children I see in the streets. I think I ow the poor so much as I skipped the alms (obligatory charity in my culture) and its conditions are probably met on my side.