So, what was the voice? The voice that sent chills down my spine. I was staring at my work computer, and I couldn’t understand what was on my screen. I was constantly thinking about the dream. The dream that still gave me chills even now. Not the entire dream, though—just that particular voice. I wish I could imitate that voice, but damn, I just couldn’t.
With so much frustration, I walked to the coffee machine in my office pantry to make some coffee. In the entire office, it was just me and two others (who are an office couple), so I didn’t have anyone to discuss the dream with. Not the entire dream, but just a tiny part of it that I’d love to share with someone. At least one person—to hear their opinion. I feel like it would be reassuring if someone told me, “Hey, brush it off, it’s just a dream.” But I can’t approach the office couple because they’re too occupied in their own world, being extremely cringy. The other day, they wore matching yellow socks to work. Lord, please save me from their matching sock days. It hurts my eyes. Deep down, I’m just jealous of them. I wish I had someone to wear matching socks with. But yeww, not yellow. I hate that color.
After grabbing my coffee from the office pantry, I got back to my seat and started doing my work mindlessly. I could only give one percent of my attention to my work. I ended up opening multiple tabs on Google Chrome to ask the internet what my dream meant. One site said wet dreams mean I have some guilty feeling that I’m carrying around. Another website said I just need to let it out by jerking off my lust. Then another said I’m sexualizing the girl in my dream, and lastly, I found a page that said dreaming of a naked girl means I feel naked in the real world.
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That particular interpretation caught me off guard. Recently, I’ve been feeling like I’m being judged, like my actions are being seen through by the people around me. There was even a person who told me that I should share what’s on my mind and not just what people want to hear. That sentence felt like I was being seen through, with nothing to protect me and my sacred thoughts. Do people really know that I’m masking a presentable self? Do people see that I actually need attention and touch? Can people see that I have zero confidence in my crooked teeth despite having the perfect face structure? I wonder if my insecurities are being projected onto my body like a huge, eye-catching billboard on the highway.
Yeah, I don’t understand people who put up fancy, eye-catching billboards on highways. It’s so DISTRACTING! What if I accidentally lose control of my car because—wow—I just saw an advertisement for an energy drink? Right? That’s not entirely impossible.
Anyway, none of the Google gurus explained the voice that I heard. Yeah, how could they? How could anyone interpret, “Hey fishy, you better swim now”?
