I took a short nap. And, in my dream I was on a wheelchair. While I was awake, I was left stranded. So, the handicap was reflected pretty much even in my dream. I was extremely thirsty and was looking to get some water to drink. It was such a hot afternoon.
There were many people around. But, I sought help from a random person asking him to help me cross the road by taking me to the nearest drinking water source across the road. He did so. I was now within touching distance to water. I try to get up from the wheelchair. There was an anxious set of people looking at me.
As I got up, I find my left leg so numb. I could barely stand. I hold on to things around and try to balance myself. I find myself shaky and not in a position to stand on my own. Finally, I stood up and looked for my caretaker. The person seems to have vanished and I was only looking for that person and forgot about the hot afternoon and also my thirst. In the entire dream, I was only searching for the person wheeling myself in the wheelchair trying to locate my caretaker.
It was such a frantic effort. I woke up before I could find the person. When I woke up, I did not check if my legs were fine. Neither did I bother to find out about the wheelchair. I started to look for my person. Nothing else mattered. My only concern was my person. As if it was an act of spontaneity, I immediately search with the same frantic spirit all around but only to find myself stranded.
With few drops os sweat running down, I woke up. And, it feels so empty. The handicap was now evident and it was the reflection of my reality in the dream. Where are you, Bubbles? Does it feel so good for you to cause this handicap time and again for me? Was it because of the wheelchair, you chose to leave me behind. Babe, I did stand. It only appears like a temporary injury. I am not rendered useless permanently with that handicap. Now, more than the physical aspect, the mental handicap is what will remain permanent if you choose to continue this game. Bubbles \(^_^)/ -rPhoenix
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