I had a bit of a worrisome dream last night. If I had to guess, I would know what fears fueled that dream. It was a dream of fear, Worry, and pity for a friend.
My dream was for grace. Her father, as we know, was abusive. I don't know much about what the situation was with him, but I'm not sure that he would go as far as he did in my dream.
It was disturbing to me, and still is, that a parent could ever treat a child so harshly. He was strict, rude, and always wearing a facade around a guest.
In my dream, I guess he found out that grace had broken a rule of sorts, I don't remember which. For this, he had her sleeping in the attic. But for some reason, the latter to said attic, was difficult to climb without looking down at your feet.
Each step she took, she looked town to make sure she wouldn't fall. Each time she did, he got mad at her, in such a fearful way. He would tell her to, "keep your head up!" "You are nearly there." In such a scary tone, it honestly terrified me.
When she was finally up, he made her sleep on a small, child's trampoline. It was covered in a small blanket, to add 'comfort'.
I was there with her, she didn't cry. I was worried, but it almost seemed like this was a normal thing for her. She, was ok with this. She, hardly even looked upset.
Graces father terrifies me. I have hardly ever even talked to him, but his cheery demeanor, and sheer size, just scare me in an unexplainable way. I feel so horrible for grace. She had to live with that man, for her whole life. I'm so glad that she doesn't anymore.
I guess, I was scared for a friend, I'm proud that my heart can accept grace as a friend.