Dream

Last night I dreamt I was leaving a concert. There were people everywhere; I saw a few of my cousins, an old friend from high school and Justin Timberlake. I have absolutely no connection or infatuation with Justin so as to why he was there, who knows? Anyway, on my way back “home” I walk thru this large building with several corridors, salons, and hallways. I realized that I lost my back pack and quickly start to panic. Where is my back pack? I search all over the place and I can’t find it. I’m upset and enter this room where a person was awaiting me, sitting behind a desk. I told this person, “I can’t find my back pack.” I suddenly realized I was being rude and that I did not introduce myself. “So sorry, I’m Tiana, excuse me for not remembering your name, but I can’t find my back pack.” This person already knew who I was and told me “That’s not a problem, Tiana. There is nothing in your back pack that you need.” He places a mirror on top of his desk in front of me and I look at myself. I'm crying with tears running down my face. I look so sad and I try and figure out why he placed this mirror in front of me. “But I really want to learn Spanish” I told him. He replied “That’s not a problem either” and he shakes his hands in the air at me as if I’m being ridiculous. “And why are you worried about your brother and sister? That does not do you any good.” I look back in the mirror and calm myself down until the tears go away and my face looks refreshed. “Oh, ok” I replied “I guess I don’t have any problems.” His words were simple and brought me back to the present moment. No need for tears or that sad girl in the mirror. There was nothing I needed that I didn’t already have. “I’ll see you tomorrow at 1:30pm” said the man. As I turn to leave his office, my back pack was on the floor in front of me. I picked it up, put it on my back and left. What’s the moral of the story?