Blonde Blue Eyed And Abandoned.

So there I sat in the waiting room of the hospital. There were people all around me, but none of them were familiar. None of them were family. I was looking at the floor. It was your typical hospital floor. White linoleum with flecks of black. There was someone mopping a hallway close by. My feet didn't quite touch the floor. Judging by the clothes I was wearing it must've been 1950 something.
I had blonde hair and shimmering blue eyes. They felt like weapons and I wielded them as such. I was swinging my legs as I sat and wondered what I would do next. They had never loved me anyway. They had always loved my kid brother more than me. He never got into trouble and I was always to blame. It seemed only fitting that I should be here by myself.  It was fitting that finally they left me here and they weren't coming back. Strange part was I didn't care. I didn't need them. Hell I didn't even want them. I would be better off without them.
What's even stranger than that is that in reality I am a 32 yr old black guy.
Wanderartist Wanderartist
31-35, M
6 Responses Dec 10, 2011

Dreams are product of the unconscious mind. So, perhaps you wanted to be something different. someone far from who you are....just to be accepted?

Interesting. I've often had dreams that I was someone completly different and wondered if it was a previous life. I wonder if this is so for you.

Past life maybe?

are you a writer? i like your story very much.

I think this is a very empowering dream.....not that you really became a scandanvian but deep inside you have totally separated your identity from your rejecting family....I like that the setting is a your have gone back to birth and redone your identify and story

WOW , Now I know why they call you The WanderArtist , you ought to write short stories or novels , You had me hanging on every word , Great writings .