It stormed again last night. It is suppose to rain all week, probably at night. It has been a very wet Spring!
After being awakened by the storm, I fell back to sleep and had a healing dream with a message.
In the dream, I returned to an old school gym from my elementary and middle school years. It was the original gym of the old original town schoolhouse that we used in elementary school for gym class. When I was in middle school, the gym and schoolhouse was shut down to remove asbestos and make it safe to use. In the dream, I went into the girls dressing room accompanied by other young girls. I don’t think I knew most of them but we were all young, like 10 years old. I went inside and found a purse inside an old locker, my old locker. I brought it back out and showed the other girls. It was pink and still had the original plastic wrapping on it. There was a logo or drawing on it of a band I had never heard of. I commented that it might be worth something since it was so well preserved. Then I opened the zipper to the change purse. Inside was a wad of money. I took it out, oohing and awing over it and showing the girls. I could sense a girl I once knew in the background watching – Nicki Bitch is the name I gave her long ago and still call her that. I said it surely was not much money because Nicki said something along the lines of I must have put the purse there or stolen it or worse. I sifted through the money and pulled out one twenty, two, three an then a fifty! Nicki was still commenting that it was a ruse and couldn’t be true and I was saying how it was true and I must have gone back to the gym in my middle school years and placed the purse in the locker. She wasn’t convinced and the other girls were believing her over me (typical). I finally lost my nerve and called her out, reminding the others that she only befriended people who had something she wanted and was known to lie and manipulate others into doing what she wanted. Everyone got quiet and Nicki walked away along with some of the other girls. I knew she was likely planning on doing something to me for revenge. That is how she was. She would hold onto her anger and get revenge years later if she had to, waiting for the perfect timing. I lingered in the gym with my best friend somewhat worried about how she would make me pay.
The dream shifted and I was still with my friend. We were late to a funeral. It was related to Nicki Bitch but I don’t think it was her funeral (not sure whose it was). We arrived just in time to see a group of people leave a church and head towards the cemetery. We decided to join the group and as we were walking towards the group, a couple of girls and their parents appeared and walked alongside us. One girl turned to me and said, “I won’t be listening to you about friends” (or something similar). I told her I didn’t blame her and that she should listen to her heart when it came to choosing friends, not me. Then I apologized for my outburst in the gym earlier. I told her my outburst was because I hadn’t done the work and healed myself. The mother of the girl nodded her head and the girl accepted my apology. It felt like my words were truth and something about them woke me.
Message
I lingered in bed thinking of the dream and how I hadn’t had a dream about my school years in a very long time. During that time I spoke with my guidance and thought through other similar scenarios from my youth. One was how that girl – Nicki Bitch – convinced all my classmates to vote for my best friend as most likely to succeed despite the fact that, as Valedictorian, that spot was meant for me. Not only did my “best friend” agree to the nomination, but she won and later made it clear that she no longer considered me her friend. Not only did Nicki get her revenge but my friend seemed to have abandoned me for the entirety of our senior year. Funny enough, I didn’t ever lash out against my friend, defending her to others when they brought up how she was treating me and always remaining steadfast in our friendship despite her ghosting of me. I was told with this memory that I did well and my actions were a reflection of my inner true self. I heard, “We win when we all win” and that in that moment when I was betrayed by my friend a part of me knew this.
I’d always wondered why I acted the way I did in my youth. I often did things without knowing why and sometimes they made me look like a fool. As I matured I began to withhold that part of myself, convincing myself that it was wrong. Perhaps my guidance is correct and I was my true self more then than I am now?
I also recognized that I was holding onto the hurt from my youth and using it as an excuse and sort of protection against future hurt. The purse and money within shows how much I have invested in it – the lesson, and my response to others, especially groups. Instead of calling out Nicki Bitch like I did in real life (and the dream) I should have quietly distanced myself from her and surrounded myself with those who really recognized my value. But I felt a need to call attention to how wrong she was and how right I was. Whenever anyone does that it doesn’t often turn out well in the end. I deduced from that experience and other future similar experiences that most people have friends primarily for selfish means (to gain something for themselves). For example, my ex husband specifically told me that he liked to have a lot of friends because “I might need help some day”. And my current husband also values friends for that reason, though he is usually the one helping them. He is oblivious to the fact that some of the “friends” are only his friends when they need something from him. I detest this kind of friendship as it is fake and selfish. True friendship is not for gain alone. It really irritates me that so many have shallow friendships. I wouldn’t even categorize them as such but call them associates.
Still, though, the message “we win when we all win” is a common one. It upsets me, though, because it suggests that I should allow others to win despite my own hurt or upset in the process. Like with my friend, I allowed her treatment of me without even feeling hurt really because I loved her and understood she was going through a challenging time. Funny enough, when she apologized years later she told me exactly that! And I told her I never begrudged her and still thought of her as a friend, which surprised her. Then, later, I began to convince myself that my response to her mistreatment had been wrong. Now I am seeing it was not.