Got an amazingly 'well-written' dream on Monday, feels like a download from the higher consciousness or something coz there's NO WAY my brain making this up on its own!
I was one of a group of people relocated to a new neighborhood by the government for some reason. The whole place resembled our previous one: middle class level, clean, nicely designed and all. But the original dwellers simply didn't like us the new ones to be around despite the we're not really taking their space at all (somehow our move & numbers actually perfectly fitting in within the area), often times we're publicly bullied or talked down.
While I personally decided to stand my ground and defend myself in whatever way I can (feeling instinctively I've got the right to be in that place), there's this one guy, a poet and a high school teacher (of course teaching literature) in his late 30s with his family (two daughters, one was about 13 and the other was maybe 17 rebel emo - not sure if the wife was there too or separated or something) who's optimistic that eventually we can win everyone's acceptance.
One day he was planning to perform a simple play with his two daughters who were actually as skeptical as me and every new dwellers (to expand awareness? to introduce us properly to the rest of the town?) in the town center / park, I followed them around out of curiosity. The props were minimal, they focused more on the content not appearance. At one point before they began there's this male stocky-built teenager seemingly in rage for no particular reason coming at us, screaming to us to stop the silly play. (I think there's also another teen with him as a side kick or so, but just following him in the background.)
Personally I could see he's just an angry person made by broken home, possibly chronic abuse, and substance abuse, but my instincts had no compassion whatsoever and simply judge him as an irredeemable trash of society whose cure was GOT HIM BEATEN IN A BOOT CAMP a.k.a JAIL TIME!! But my wiser brain told me to just observe rather than confront him and got knocked out out of stupidity (coz obviously his physical power was way above us combined). The poet guy though, decided to started anyway just when the angry teen about to fully leave us.. and something miraculous happened!
The troubled teen couldn't help listening to the play's line after line performed by the family of three.. slow but sure I could see his rage was steadily and significantly dissolving, 100% visible in his face and gesture and I think I could sense the whole fiery energy calming too!! It's 100% comparable to a DISSIPATING STORM!! (Did it feel as mindblowing as it was to me because I've stopped believing in healing via non-violence / simple vengeance??) The angry lad finally knelt down and started crying, showing who was he at the core: an innocent, sad little boy!!!
At that point, oh mai the poet has stolen my heart too omg LOLOL!!
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You see? If it were up to my Slytherdor brain, I would make the dream ended in pushing them thugs into a running train or something!
Would be even more interesting if I knew what the play was all about, but too bad it's super blurry to me. Don't know what this dream really means, but it surely opened this piratesque mind a bit and I'm thankful for it!
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