When I was Chinese

                    I was teaching a class, and I came into the room.  We were talking about the teacher before me.  We were saying it was weird, he came from Alberta and didn’t expect to have chalk boards so he had a hard time writing on it and keeping up. He didn’t know he’d have to transcribe everything on the board. I thought, “What’s he used to to begin with? It’s not that hard to write on a chalk board.. maybe they use some type of smart board”. I looked behind me and there was a white board which I thought was confusing, since it’s really easy to write on a white board. As I hummed and hawed, I thought I would start writing on the board, but then a student piped up “Teacher? I thought you said we were going to make dolls…”
                    Right! I did say we were going to make dolls! Hmm. There were stacked of coloured paper, so I thought we could cut out body parts and glue them together.  Then I had a better idea.  We would make paper dolls that all connected to each other.  There was a stack on 11×17 paper on the desk, and I pulled one off to start making it. Shoot, someone’s homework was on the back. I kept flipping through the stack, thinking it was new paper but someone’s homework was on the back of all the pages. Finally I found a sheet and started folding back and forth like a fan. The students were learning and making it too.
                    One of the kids just had a picture of a doll drawn on, so I showed her how to draw and cut only half a doll.  (Side note, I just tried this method of making a paper doll link, and it turned out really weird. I need to practice I guess) When I unfolded mine the body was super long and weird (in the dream).
                    Next, I was standing on the side of the road with 2 red headed girls, K1 and K2.  K1 was now working in a bakery and I was proud of her for getting a real job.  She was also an actress in movies.  We were talking when suddenly they started trying to bully me. I was like “No WAY”, and I grabbed K2 and held her close to the busy street and threatened them.  Then I left them there and walked across the street, on the cross walk.  I was Chinese, and I wondered if the people in the cars would stop for me, of if they thought “meh. she’s Chinese, not a real human”. I kept my head up and continued walking.
                     I walked into a Chinese restaurant.  There was a Chinese woman who took me over to the side. I kind of got the feeling like maybe I didn’t have parents so I had to work to support myself, and I was young.  She told me that when the dining room to the right emptied, it was my job to clear the tables and wash the dishes.  She told me that I would be answering to the chef in the back who I would call “Sensei”. No matter what he said I should answer “Ye sensei” she repeated it over and over to make sure I got it.  At one point, she said that “Sensei” also meant “shoes”.
                      I was waiting for the lunch to finish, and I was sitting in at a table with four chairs. Diagonally from me was another Chinese girl.  She had big curly hair, and wasn’t that pretty, but was nice, and quiet.  Just then, a group of 4 people came in, 2 young guys and 2 young girls.  They said to the girl across from me “Jessica, can you move so the girls can sit down”.  Shockingly, she happily got up and moved.  I was surprised. Pft.  Then I one guy said to the other “The other one will move too if you tell her to”. They were talking about me. I was SO mad. I shoved my chair back and stood up, and marched over to them.  I grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against the wall. I threatened him to never talk about me like that, and the two guys were like “WTF” and I didn’t care what they thought of me, I wasn’t a pushover.  I knew that I shouldn’t treat customers this way, and that I could get in trouble but I didn’t care.

Re-Decorating

Brace yourselves.  This is a weird long hodge podge of dream sequences coming up.  I’m blaming this on the full moon.

It all started at work (I work at a kitchen design and manufacturing shop for real life).  J and I were in charge or renovating my Dad (my boss)’s office.  We decided to paint the walls Grey, and do the cabinets in a light grey. We contemplated on the counter colour and decided on a dark laminate with an extra thick corian edge. i wondered what to do with his old desk. Should we dump it? No! J said we could probably get $500 out of it if we sold it since it had a nice corian top.

Next, I was at the car shop, where I get my car fixed. I was inside and for some reason I had brought samples over, thinking they should have new cabinets by their reception desk.  I was talking to one of the guys there showing him the colours, and i suddenly realized I knew the perfect handles for them too, that sort of looked like wrenches or something.  I looked up and he was like “uhh ok” and just then I realized no one had asked me to go there, why was I there? I was so embarrassed! I gathered up my door samples, and started to leave. I was wearing my orange PJ bottoms and wedge sandals and I scuffled out seriously embarrassed.

When I got to my car, I noticed in the backseat there were a bunch of car seats and people facing each other (like how they would in a hot tub) I drive a toyota echo.  I opened the door and was like “Hey! Get outta my car!!”  Once I got them out, I tried to drive away.  A woman from Ontario who had planned to take my car or something to take her kids away wasn’t letting me go.  She was trying to old onto my car and I couldn’t shake her off. I was like “Get away from me!”.  We were fighting back and forth, and as I drove, she reached in and grabbed my ipad.  She threw it over some ledge way down into a stream and it was gone. It was so permanent.  She was still holding on as I drove down the road trying to shake her.  Eventually somehow we decided on a truce and she left me alone.

Next I was in some other place, and someone was going to get arrested.  I knew this whole thing was going to happen because I had had a vision of it or something. It was weird cause everyone was wearing the same outfits from my vision so I knew it would happen.  A girl from my elementary school was a police officer chasing the other person. I thought it was a good job for her because she was really athletic and she could run fast.

Next, I was in a room, with my friend’s old boyfriend SD.  He had one arm.  We were laying down and he was going on about me being prejudiced about one armed people when we were young and i was like “What the heck! No I wasn’t! If someone loves a one armed man who cares!”   I fell asleep and when I woke up someone had an arm around me, and said “Sorry” or something. I looked to see who it was and it was my husband. I was SO happy to see him laying there beside me! I hugged him and got up realizing I should get ready for work.  Our daughter B was still beside me sleeping, so I slipped out.  We were living in a rented out, and as I walked to the bathroom, I went by an empty room, that had belonged to someone (maybe the crazy lady from earlier dream?).  I was wearing a shirt that was too small and knew she had given it to me for some reason.

As I was taking a shower and getting ready I thought about things.  We were living in England, but not London.  Outside the window were big old historic buildings, one of which our flat/house was in.  Wait.. I thought… Where do I work? I worked at a school.  But, what did I do there? I wasn’t a teacher I knew.  How do I take my daughter to day care? Where do I take her? How do I even get to work?  My husband had been taking her every day I guess, so I thought he must know what do do.  Was he going to show me today? What the heck was going on.

The End.

Best Hug Ever & Glass in the Foot

          We were in our living room downstairs and I was looking at my daughter’s foot.  The light caught a glint, and I realized there was a tiny piece of glass in her foot.  At the same time, my family doctor and another doctor were in our living room.  I also had a chair that I had taken from his old waiting room, since they recently demolished the office.  Dr. M (my doctor) was trying to get the glass out using a pair of tweezers.  Somehow, it was actually me doing it (I was Dr. M?). I couldn’t quite get the piece of glass, the tweezers weren’t sharp enough.   The other doc huffed in and said I was doing it wrong.  He took a cotton pad and put some kind of liquid on it, rubbed it on the foot and the glass came right out. Hm. Weird.  It was much easier and worked better too.
         Next B and I were in our room, and there was a knock on the door.  I grabbed a sharp knife, and pulled it out of a sheath.  I decided to put it back in the sheath so I could whip it out if I needed it.  I opened the door, and there was a big man standing there, kind of like an arabian genie looking type man with a knife.  I thought of trying to fight him but knew I had no idea how to wield a knife and he was probably trained. I gave in and was cautious. He came in and said we had to clean our room, we had 5 minutes. I was so nervous, and started cleaning as quickly as I could.
         Now, looking around my room, it was really weird.  It was huge actually.  There was a waiting room, with about 5 rows of chairs, all facing a TV, with people sitting in the chairs.  I wondered if I could change the room around of if it had to stay that way because of the TV hook up.  I noticed we had two beds, the regular one and a little single one. I thought we could get rid of the single to make more space.  I saw my dresser, and thought I should push it down to the end of the hall (room had a hall now). I was nervous about that end of the hall, so that’s why I didn’t use that space.  There were two doors in the hall, and the second on was another bed room! I could use that for a walk in closet! But I was scared of that room.  I looked in and to my alarm, there was a stair case going up in the back right corner! What the! I was so nervous now thinking that any one could have come down those stairs from some place (not upstairs of our house), while we were sleeping. Agh!
          I went back to the room, and here’s where it’s foggy. I don’t remember who was there….or exactly what happened.  But someone who loved me so much took me up on a ride up to the sky. I was sitting on his lap, facing him, and we floated up around on some type of seat thing, and it was so fun. As we floated back down we were hugging and it felt so good. So much love and contentment. We held on to each other tightly, and I got off.

Back to School!

For some reason, I was about to start grade 12, high school, but I was starting at a different school.  I was really excited about the new endeavor but slightly nervous.  I knew I was nervous, but I took a deep breath and decided to just jump in and do it.
I was wondering where the bus was and hoping I wouldn’t miss it. I saw it drive past, and go down a road to turn.  For some reason I had a scooter that was my moms, so I parked it fast in front of a shop. I had to hurry before the bus got back.  Hmmm what would I do with the keys? I thought about putting them under the seat but instead ran inside and gave them to the cashier and told her they were for my mom and she’d pick them up.
As I waited, there were other kids. They looked at the wallpaper on my phone and said “Is that your boyfriend?” I said “No, my husband”. They were shocked and were like “HOW old are you!!” I thought “Umm how old should I say? Should I say 20? Could a 20 year old be in high school??”
Eventually we got to the school. My name was different though, it was Becky. I was looking all over for my classroom, you had to find your name on the front of one of the doors. I thought I should be in an “L” section. I looked everywhere.  Everyone was really nice to me, I was pretty and cool and I felt much better than I had thought I would feel at a new school.
FINALLY eventually I found my class.  I was looking for a seat, since I was late, all eyes were on me.  Some of the desks were all jammed up and there wasn’t space to sit down in them, but then I found one to sit in.  We were discussing a book that the class was reading.
Next I was at my Aunt’s house, and my school teacher was there. I was complaining to her that I wanted more out of the class, I wanted to talk about the character in the books and what their motivations and feelings were, but no one else in the class cared. I wondered if it was because they were all young and didn’t care and now that I am older I want more out of life.

Putting People in Holes

I was with my friend H, and I forget exactly the first part, but there was a guy who wanted to date her… She wasn’t interested though because she already liked someone else.  I saw then how they met, and thought his posture was kind of bad, but if she loved him, she loved him.  He was now a police officer.
He was digging holes in the ground. I looked down and they were perfect little rectangle holes, about 1’x2′.  I looked up, and there were lots of them.  H and I started walking around them, there were more holes in the ground then there were spots to step on.  It was her BF and other police officers digging them. Ummm…
At that moment, somehow we realized that they were burying all of the people in these! Alive! Every person everywhere! Something was happening, and they had decided that all people would need to be buried (except the police).  We didn’t know what would happen to these people, but they said it was to protect them or something, but holy cow it was terrifying!
H and I started running, to hide.  We were at my Gram’s house, and we ran behind a building. We could see them searching for us, and so we started climbing up the side of the building to get to the ceiling.  It was actually a garage door type of thing we were climbing, made of metal rungs, and they had pushed the button so the door started to go up.
We kept climbing as fast as we could, and eventually got to the top, in the rafters.  They were getting close to us, so we jumped down and ran to the field.  Behind where my Gramp’s barn used to stand was a sort of tunnel type thing.  I realized it was some type of underground barn that Gramp had made for the cows. I looked down in and there were tunnels. I wanted to hide in there but I was scared it could collapse on top of me since it was so old.
I ran back to my Gram’s house and made it in.  The rest of my family was there and I was so glad. I wondered how long we could stay there safely, and wondered if somehow the house was protecting us. We had all already agreed that no one would leave the house, and we were planning to put one family in each room to live/sleep.
I announced that I would rather die than be caught and put in a hole.  I knew some were nervous about what happens when you die, and I assured them heaven is REAL, and they don’t need to worry. I turned to my dad, and knew that he could give more accounts than I about life after death.

Leibster Awards, Play with me!

AGHHH! I just wrote an entire post and accidentally hit something and deleted it! Darnit!

Anyway, I will try to reconstruct :)

This isn’t dream related, but, this is my last day before vacation, so it’s just for fun.

I’ve been nominated for the Leibster awards by http://sanantonioseoul.com/,  If you’re not sure what this is, it’s a kind nod from a fellow blogger.  She has asked me 11 questions, which I will answer for you all below. I’m supposed to think of 11 new questions to ask 11 other bloggers, but since I’m not sure that I actually know 11 other bloggers, I’m nominating YOU! So please, if you have a blog, let me know in the comments that you will be answering these questions, I’d love to see what you answer!  Here are the questions I was asked:

  1. Favorite make-up brand (can be drugstore or high-end)?

Too Faced. I know it’s a bit over priced, but the palettes. I can’t stop buying them.

  1. How would you describe your fashion style?

Classic and feminine. I like to look nice and put together, although that doesn’t always happen.  Today I’m wearing grey pinstriped dress pants, a pink lace top, and rose gold jewelry. Hang on I will take a selfie:

At this moment, sitting in my desk.

At this moment, sitting in my desk.

  1. Favorite shop for clothes?

I’m not too fancy. Going to go with the Gap.

  1. Which takes more focus in your beauty routine: skincare or make up?

Probably equal. I follow the Korean routine of double cleanse, toner, essence, ampoule, serum, cream, mask, ect. But I LOVE makeup. Here’s my makeup table:

Oh makeup. Sweet makeup.

Oh makeup. Sweet makeup.

  1. If you could have any career in the world, what would that be?

Hypnotist! After my husband finishes his training to become an acupuncturist (in 2016), it will be my turn to learn hypnotherapy. Can’t wait.

  1. What is your favorite song of all time?

Come Pick Me Up- Ryan Adams. AND Every thing from the album “O”- Damien Rice

  1. One place in the world you want to visit?

Ireland. It’s always Ireland. I spent 2 months there after graduating Uni, and my husband and I spent our Honeymoon on the Emerald Isle. I love that country deeply. I even subscribe to a monthly box of handmade crafts from Ireland.

The contents of this month's MyIrelandBox

The contents of this month’s MyIrelandBox

  1. Favorite meal?

Hands down: Chicken Barbie on a pita with no onions, no tomatoes, Darrell fries and a side of Cajun Mayo. From Darrell’s in Halifax, NS.

Nom nom nom

Nom nom nom

  1. Favorite television series?

Nashville. I’m addicted. Come on Reacon/Dayna. I need this to happen.

  1. What do you see yourself doing in 5 years?

Opening and happily working in a successful Wellness Centre.

  1. 3 Celebrity crushes?

1. Sam Heughan. I mean, look at this beautiful Scottish Lad:

Sam Heughan

Sam Heughan

2. Charles Esten. Sigh. Deacon. My perfect man. Ohhh beautiful.

I love you.

I love you.

3, Colin Firth.  This is a long term crush. I just love him.

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There. Done!

Now, for your questions. Don’t forget to tell me if you decide to answer them!

1. What is your favourite of the 5 (6) senses?

2. Would you rather be invisible or have the ability to read minds when you want to?

3. In 5 words or less, describe the experience of the first time you fell in love.

4.  If you could only read one book for the rest of your life, what would it be?

5. What is the first thing you do when you wake up in the morning?

6. If you HAD to go on the Amazing Race (Shudder.. my nightmare), who would you take? Real life people or celebrity.

7. If you could live in any city in the world, where would it be? Don’t think about money or jobs, just where would you like to live if the sky was the limit.

8. If there were absolutely no limitations, what would you do to be happy tomorrow?

9. What piece of technology do you feel helps you most in your life? Gadgets? Anything.

10.  If you had to eat the same thing for lunch every day forever, what would it be?

11. If you had to dye your hair an unnatural colour (not found in nature!), and keep it that way for a year. What would it be and why?

Support through the Drips and Drops

I was somewhere eating, and I think it was high school.  I forget the first part or what exactly was going on, but I was sitting with my friends at our table.  Someone was being mean to me, and I can’t remember what she was doing. Blaming me for something or making fun of me.  I got up and left, no way was I going to sit there for that.  I walked out of the building, and when I looked back, my whole group of friends were following me.
One friend, JM said “When you left, I stood up and said ‘We’re walking out too'”. I was so shocked and grateful for their support. I never expected them to stand up and support me that way and I was so very happy.  We walked together now.  It seemed like we were walking the path from my grandparents’ barn, towards their house.
When I got to the house, I was with another friend. He came in with me and we stepped into the kitchen.  What the… the ceilings were leaking and dropping. There were two big parts where water was dripping quickly down from the ceiling.  Oh no! I thought for a second… should we try to fix it, or will everything from the room above soon fall through the ceiling and crush us. I decided to do whatever I could to help.
My Grammie was in the other room and for some reason she either didn’t understand or just didn’t know how to deal with the situation.
My friend put his hand on my lower back and guided me around the room. I felt so much support, care, and love from him that the job seemed a lot easier.
I bend down and started digging through the cupboards until I found two large bowls or pots and placed them under the drips. I got towels and cleaned up the rest of the water from the floors.

Guest Blogger: Sometimes Men Need to Dig

Guess what?  For the first time, I’m welcoming a guest blogger to post a dream.  And who better than my very own mom.  She told me her dream today, and by the end of it we were both laughing so hard I told her we’d have to write it down and add it to the blog.  I’m not even sure what struck us so funny, I think it was the part about the men digging.  Here you go folks!


I had just watched a tv show before going to bed, about a family business that they were thinking of expanding and adding other lines of items to sell. So in my dream my husband Jim and I had purchased a retail store in Moncton and were thinking of expanding it. It appeared to be some kind of either sporting goods store, or some manly store.

I was visiting the store for the first time and there were a few things I was interested in. So I carried these items in the top of my purse since I didn’t get a basket or cart. Anyway, one of the staff noticed me and asked it I had paid for my stuff, so I said no, but I will be. Well, he almost burst with excitement that he was catching a thief, so then I explained I was the new owner and it kind of deflated him.

Jim and I were looking over the store and came to this huge area full of sand. There was dry sand and wet clumped sand and I said, what on Earth is this all about?! Jim told me it was a new area, that sometimes men just need to dig! In this area were all kinds of men with shovels, digging in the sand! Some were digging big lumps of wet sand out of deep areas and some were just digging the dry stuff up and then watching it fall from their shovels. Weird. But I guess it was satisfying since that area of the store was the busiest.

Then we went to see how the check out system was working, but there was a big line up so we went around it to the front. The lone cashier was up on a pedestal area and customers were climbing up a few steps to her. I told Jim “Something must be wrong, we’d better check this out!” We walked up to her and she didn’t know how to use the cash register so she was using a little hand calculator and was trying to figure out the totals, taxes and change. It looked like a disaster, but she did get the customers all looked after and then was happy to show us her system.

The Purple Dress Competition

I was on the back of some type or trailer driving down the road with a tonnes of people on it. My old boss, J, was in front of me. She moved closer to the front and so did I but I didn’t want her to think I was following her, but I found it interesting how easy it was to move closer to the front if you just weave in through the crowd.  A friend, Sara was right beside me when I looked up and I wondered if she thought I thought she was following me, how I had worried about earlier.
To the right, was an old friend CP. I reached my hand out and we held hands for the rest of the ride.  Next I was in a different type of car, with 6 or 8 girls, we were all dressed in big fluffy dresses. R was wearing a yellow dress and she asked why I had worn my light purple dress since she had recently talked about it in her blog or something.
We arrived at our destination.  My dress was big and fancy, light purple, covered in crystals and sparkles.  When the carriage (?) stopped, I stepped out. I threw my shoes on the ground to step into. They looked too small but some part of me knew that iot was a dream so I willed them to fit.  They were very high heels and I slipped them on easily. Someone said to be careful but I walked fine.
My escort was CP from earlier.
I walked into a room, and I was announced. It was some type of competition.  They announced me as working as an advertising recruiter for a law firm, and asked if I still worked there. I agreed because I didn’t want to get into details of where I worked now and hoped they didn’t press further. One man said, oh are you going to be published in the bla bla blabla bla bla book? (Some technical law book), and I said I wasn’t sure.  My escort hadn’t arrived, and I was so upset and mad at him for leaving me there myself.  Finally he arrived! He was wearing man high heels so he was the same height as me.  I went down the 3 or 4 steps myself, but then they asked me to come back up.  There was a tall thin man with curly hair standing on the stage. When I got to the top step I put my hand out, and he took my hand and helped me up the last step,and kissed my hand.
I stood up with my escort, and the tall man was whispering to me how to hold my hand and where to point my nails (they were sparkly long purple nails).  Then, they announced I had won! I couldn’t believe it!  There had only been one person ahead of me, so they hadn’t even seen everyone but they had decided I was so refreshing that I had won. I thanked everyone and curtsied and went back to my room.
I was at my room relaxing and there was a knock on the door. I went to open the door and it was the female judge.  She asked me to come with her. I didn’t have my shoes on so I went in my stocking feet.  When we got there I hoped no one would notice.  I tried to make sure my dress covered my bare feet.
While standing up again on the platform, the lady said they had another thing for me to do. She said “Sing a fast song.  At least a verse and a chorus”. Umm ummm ummm my mind was blank.
I started singing “We wish you a merry Christmas” but she said no, no holiday music. I racked my brain over and over.  What could I sing?!?!
Suddenly, I started singing “Sunrise, Sunset”.  I was off key and forgot lots of words but made them up.  When I finished they were so pleased! They couldn’t believe I would have chosen such a great song. They all applauded, and I was allowed to leave. First though they played it back for me and it actually sounded much better than I had thought.
The lady judge followed me and told me I had so much potential and that maybe she would have to be my coach since I had never been coached before.
Just then, the door opened and about 10 girls came in. I knew they were the rest from the competition. They were all about 2 feet shorter than me, with blond hair and pink dresses. I thought they would be mad and mean to me since I won but they weren’t.   was some type of rare beauty that they liked. I was Canadian and they were British or something.  I was out of place because I felt so tall and big, but it was ok.  I suddenly wished I had sang “Ice Ice Baby” instead. That’s a really fast song. I wondered if that would have been better.
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Sky Diving and Curse Breaking (OUAT)

We were skydiving over Disney World.  There were about 30 of us, friends and family, all sky diving. We knew we were over Disney because we could see the Mickey Mouse Club House down there.  We were each holding a balloon, which was keeping us sort of afloat, and we were drifting down and to the right. The balloons were the kind you could buy at Disney, big Mylar balloons of Tinkerbell, Minnie Mouse, Ect.
I looked down and we were still so far from even reaching the clouds!  At this rate, we would float way past Disney by the time we landed. I suggested to everyone that we let go of the balloons so speed up the landing. We all did.  Some people were falling at faster rates than others, and I was trying to keep everyone more or less together.  My mom and I were both holding on to my Grampie W who passed away a few years ago. We knew he had died but that he was there.  I asked him if this was weird for him, falling from the sky and he said yes, and he looked nervous.

Soon we were to the clouds, and it was foggy as we passed through.  I worried as we fell that I would have to go WAY back to the beginning of Disney world to get my shoes. Shoot.
We all landed, and we were in the very last part of Disney. Well the Disney that’s always in my dreams. We were at the Caboose restaurant.  There were people eating but it wasn’t too busy because it was mid afternoon. Thankfully, the man in charge had brought our shoes over so we wouldn’t have to go back and get them.
The scene changed and I was in a house. I had a little key and I was trying to turn it. I also had the password, which the first “number” was a picture of a round of cheese. Weird.  I guess I was Emma Swan from OUAT, and Regina and I had to get this key to unlock the curse and break all of the curse. Anyway, we realized that we had the wrong key. We had to go back to another guy’s house to get the right one.
We went into his house, and he was magic or something too, and desperate. He was once really bad but sort of had become good but we still couldn’t totally trust him. Somehow I managed to swipe all of the little keys, and we started running back to the house. (They were old historic looking houses).  The man and his friends were chasing us, but Regina put up a magic wall that would hold them back for a minute.
We got back to the house and they key worked!
Regina, and I were sitting around a large old table with a few of our friends.  Because they curse was broke we could each say one hope or dream that we wanted to happen.  The girl beside me with long blonde hair wished she could be a man again (I guess the curse had changed her into a woman). She didn’t know where she would live and Regina said she could stay there. My turn. I wished to live happily with Henry, find the love of my life, and be able to open my heart to love.
I thought about who it could be. At first I thought maybe it would be George from Hart of Dixie, but hoped it wouldn’t.  Just then a group of guys came to the door. They looked in the window (but I had my back to the window, so I didn’t see).  Everyone at the table except Regina and I passed out. What the… I realized after that they had all fainted at the handsomeness of a blonde man in the window (ha).
Then there was a knock on the door, and it was the blonde man. He asked for the woman with the long blonde hair (me).  His voice was a bit shaky like he couldn’t believe what he had seen.
I went to the door, and my knees grew weak, and I fainted, face down. When I got up I was so disoriented, I tried to go out the door but I ended up going the wrong way.  The man held me up and hugged me. He was about a foot taller than me, and wore a light blue, soft t-shirt. I had my cheek on his chest and I looked up at him to talk to him. I realized he looked like a teenager. I was like 35 or something, how could a teenager be in love with me and vice versa?  He had an English accent, and said “Oh Emma. I’ve been watching you since they day you were born. I love you so deeply, I’ll grown and wait for you”. I got the impression *as an outsider looking in), that he wasn’t actually a teenager.  He had been around a looong time somehow. I was so happy he had found me though