Mish Mash

I just woke up from the following dream:

My family and some others were in a large restaurant banquet room, eating a meal. It felt like a celebration dinner, like maybe a wedding or a baby's birth, because there was a bit of excitement and celebration in the room. Maybe it was just a church dinner and everyone was very happy.

There was my family and some other families, all seated together and mixed up, like what happens at church dinners where they just seat you where they can fit you.

There was a hispanic woman, she seemed to really stand out from the rest of the crowd. In the dream, she was wearing all black, a very sleek, upscale outfit. Everyone else was wearing tan and white, or at least very washed out colors, and kind of washed out styles - men were wearing short-sleeved dress shirts, women had on knit tops and unfashionable pants.

The hispanic woman was trying to eat, but her toddler didn't want to sit still. It seemed the woman's mother was with her, but she was of no help - she was lying on the floor in an open area just behind the table the woman was sitting. It was like she was either dead or taking a nap, but it caused no concern to either the hispanic woman in black or anyone else who was trying to eat.

The toddler kept going between the two of them - she was sad and I kept thinking, she just wants to be held! Just hold her and give her a hug! But the hispanic woman was trying to eat and was frustrated with having to care for this little girl.

The little girl would then go to the woman on the floor. But she was none-responsive. The little girl would flop down onto the woman on the floors' chest, and try to hug her and cry it out a little; no response from the woman. So the toddler would go to her mom, but her mom was eating, and REALLY getting annoyed with this little girl.

Finally, after the little girl went back and forth between the unresponsive mother and the eating mother, the eating mother *smacked*! the toddler across the face. Open hand, and brutal.

I was sitting across the room, watching this take place. The toddler screamed in tears and ran over to the unresponsive mother. Again, no comfort. The toddler lay there, chest heaving, sobbing. It was so clear to me, she just wanted to be held and loved and played with, and no one would do that with her.

At that point, the mood in the room changed, and the hispanic woman picked up on it. The rest of the people in the room didn't say anything, but they did not approve of her slapping her child like that. Their energy seemed to be telling her that it was not cool to do that.

Maybe the little girl picked up on that change, too, for she went to her mother then, still breathing heavy from her tears. The mother this time picked her up, and the little girl snuggled into her shoulder.

As the mother stood to pick up her daughter, it was now visible that she was about 7 months pregnant, and didn't really have "room" for the daughter, the baby, and the table. But somehow she made it fit. She continued to eat as her daughter gained some comfort from now being held; although, she still wasn't the mother's primary concern. But as I watched in the dream, I realized that everybody gets it at some point.

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Another dream from last night? There were two more and I can't remember them now. Guess that's all for today.