I had a frightening dream last night. I was walking down the street, minding my VERY OWN BUSINESS.
So I see this man approach me and he starts describing me, out loud, in front of people.
He said things like, "Your clothes look old and grey."
I was all like- "What? Who are you?"
And he said. "You look like someone who owes money."
"I look like I'm in debt? What does that even look like?"
"You're basically the spitting image of a homeless man."
That was it for me. When he said that, I really broke apart. Every cell in my body became self conscious. Every hair felt violated and wanted to hide under a sombrero.
My skin was begging for me to go back home and hide in the closet.
"You're really making me feel bad about myself!"
"Who cares! It's a dream! It probably says something about you!"
"No no no. I don't want to hear excuses!"
"I'm going to wake up now and eat breakfast."
"Ok, I don't care. I'm you anyways. This is a dream."
"Don't go there."
So I snapped my eyes open and hopped out of bed. I went upstairs and ate breakfast.
And you know what? The guy was right! He was me! I kept critiquing myself! My skin, my hair, even my cells! So I did the only thing I could think of.
I walked on my hands to church and offered up my soul for some heavenly love.