Stingrays

I had a dream I was swimming with stingrays. I was snorkeling and saw them, it was beautiful. But, they sting. I have been thinking a lot about getting hurt. I am terrified of getting hurt romantically. I just want someone who likes me back. Not uneven. I either don't like the, or they don't like me. When they don't like me it stings. I know this is about whatever trauma or issues I had in the past that seem to be surfacing now. I was woken up with the dating on bumble. I was triggered. I was doing so good at keeping myself hidden from men. Not dating. Talking to Justin with a. distance. But, then I got feelings. I have feelings and I am scared. That's why I saw the stingrays in the water. I was at peace, I was in water feeling my emotions, I saw them from a distance. But, they still sting. 

Then, I was hit by a gut in a motorcycle. This is too real. Of course it was Sergio. He hit me and I was hurt, but not too bad. he was kind and convinced me I didn't need to go to the hospital. Said it wasn't a big deal. I stayed there and a group of people I think I knew came by and we connected. We went to a mall. I flirted with someone, he was married. I think the fancy store was called Steven. That's the second time I dream of that name. I'm not surprised Sergio hit me. He seems dangerous. I like him, he's deep, he's attractive, he's adventurous, he's emotionally available. I could easily get hurt. He could just be another stingray.

I'm grateful for...

- my dreams and what they tell me

- hope to see someone who really loves me 

- family 

- friends

- life and getting to live

- my health physically, mentally, and emotionally

- my job 

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