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This is one of those dreams where I am outside of me watching, then another character altogether while still being me.....
These are just snippets and it's very hard to describe.
She is Mexican (at least Latino). Lovely. Long wavey thick, full hair. She is of lower class though? She is to be married to a slight (nerdy) looking fellow ( very thin, plan brown/red hair, wavey, and angular). He actually cares for her ( not in a love way though.....perhaps a pity to friend sort of way).
They are to be married.
(I am her now).
I am very touched that he would be so nice to me. The other people though they hate me. They are waiting to tear me apart. Very mad. I am not sure what they are waiting for. Some technicality. I did not ask for this. He is very nice and I do not know why he chose me. He is theonly friend I have ever had.
He makes the announcement. I am in a long flowing white dress. This is the nicest dress I have ever worn. I never had a dress like this back home.
And now that we are to take vows the other people are so mad. Indignant. How could an upper crust like him ( one of their own!) marry so far below. IT is not bad enough I am poor. It is that I am not one of THEM!
He knows that as soon as the papers are signed they will kill me to get to his money.
I am very mad. I yell at them. I stand up and I pound my fist upon the table. This is not right! They are no better than I! With all their fines suits and dresses! They are no better! They are vultures! They would kill for money. For gold. For meaninglessness!
He is sorry. He holds my hand and tells me to run. He will try to take care of this. My only friend. I am so sorry to have brought him trouble.
I take the baby ( she is mine to watch but not mine.....I have to make sure she is safe so I can return her....before they find me).
I do not know how I got to this eatery.....
She ( I am watching again) has a baby girl in red on her hip now ( wanna hear a funny ha ha....that baby was ME) and she is trying to shuffle the baby and figure out how where to line up and get plates to eat ( so hungry) in this strange cafeteria. Her english is not so good ( it is muddied in my head what we want to say). She is having a hard time asking questions and finding the plates and all that is almost impossible and the good food seems to have already been taken ( even though upon first glance there seems plenty).
The baby is a sweet little girl. Somewhere around a year old? Wearing a matching bonnet cap. The baby has managed to get her pudgy little hands in what looks to be some sort of strawberry sauce and whip cream ( possibly from the waffle station? it is all so confusing all these foods).
She ( the gal I am/not) feels bad because she knows the baby is hungry and so she is not mad at the mess the infant is making. In fact she is more flustered because she cannot figure out how to get food for the two of them.
She loves the baby though as if it were her own and feels as if she deeply knows the baby ( more than just watching her) and takes pleasure in watching the baby suck the sweet juices from her pudgy little fingers and hands.
I can tell you what. I was really surprised to find out that the baby she ( I ) was taking care of was me......
YEah. Anyone want tickets to my brain?
C/S/
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Just pour the stuff in the thing that goes into the face.
Mh...rather asking questions than giving answers I'm afraid, but maybe that will help:
Do you feel you've got trouble understanding what your inner child is trying to say? And especially - do you know what the most important things are for your inner child? You are trying to take care, but somehow it (and "her" in the dream, who is watching over you) is not able to utter to the rest of the world what the child really wants. There's some work for you I guess...
About the marriage...do you feel the importance was the ceremony or rather the child already at that point. In case of the latter: you were saving your (inner)child from the wrong values -- you wouldn't want it to become part of the greedy world, but be kept in the innocense of childhood and the believes of all being the same and having the same oportunities.
Does that help in any way?
__________________ I heard the adjective left the noun because it had a tendency to be possessive.
Mexican Bride? 
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