9 Aug 2024
pages.dreamInterpretation.dream
I was distressed, anxious and jittery sitting alone empty handed waiting for someone- my mother, maybe- in what appeared to be a train station station. An older woman with a gray bob hair cut, thin circular glasses that barely kept from slipping off her nose, approached from bench’s left side. She greeted me with a close-mouthed smile, but her crinkled eyes conveyed her sincerity. I scooted to the far right side of the bench, feeling paranoid about the old lady despite her well- meaning appearance. She dawned a thin pink sweater with jeans slightly darker then denim. The older woman said polite things customary for small talk and asked the nice questions- seemingly trying to comfort me, but also- trying to start a conversation. I was too anxious to engage and talk with her, other than briefly looking up to make eye contact a couple times and a couple one-word responses. She gave me a polite yet disappointed close-lipped smile as she looked back at me with a mysterious understating after walking away from the bench. I felt disappointed I didn’t get to engage with the woman.
