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A Coward, Fighting? |
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As always I went to sleep. Although this night I went to bed unusually early. I fall asleep quite quickly. I appear in my 3rd grade classroom in a type
of reading circle. Sitting next to
one of my friends. Next one of my
friends asked me: “How
are you doing?” I suddenly go into a frenzied rage and try to tackle my
friend who asked me the question. As
I am trying to do this I notice my other friend is holding back asking me: “What
is your trouble, why are you doing this?” I respond with an epigrammatic
yet guileless sentence: “I cannot let him be my friends because I am unable to
be a target” I wake up,
very bemused. Theme of the
Dream: I block myself from having friends
because I have to be the one who is made fun of. That’s how in some strange way I think I can make friends. |
