you may say I'm a dreamer….

Darkness Falls on Friday

 

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It’s Friday.  A day generally reserved for posting light-hearted, fun, funny, escape from reality posts all over WordPress and the Internet.  Friday Light!

Instead, I am posting Friday Dark.  A dream, I tried to push out of my head the minute I had it.  I got up to use the toilet and have a glass of water, trying to re-arrange my mind waves, so I would not close my eyes to re-dream or continue the awful dream in my head.  Do you do this?  Will yourself to have a nicer dream? Repeat in my thoughts, words like wildflowers, angels, sea-breeze, fluffy clouds.. summoning all my calming visuals.

But no, it persists. Darkest dream I’ve had in a long time.  I find it offensive that it had to enter my brain at all.  Too many hours of watching TV before sleep.  I had watched a Frontline piece I think, on girls being sold into sex slavery.  They were lured, enticed with money, food, jobs.  They are lied to and then taken from their own county to Turkey and sold into slavery. It was a powerful piece, I wish I could remember more details about the piece so I could reference it.

And then a week later, not expecting a dark dream, it comes back to haunt me.  Noir, stark like a play.  An iron bed center of room on marred wooden floor boards, a very dim light, smoke hanging in the air from a cigarette one of the men is smoking.   A girl ( a version of myself) lying curled fetal in the bed, having been raped, brutalized, now shivering and hurt. A cold-hearted act, searing with hot raw pain. Un-bearable.

Shivering and cold, afraid and alone, there is no escape.

The men are talking and smoking, I hear a laugh.

And then just one tiny ounce of hope, like the sliver of light through the curtain…

Someone gently lays a blanket over me.

Darkness, sadness, hurt and pain at the surface of my skin.  Now, days gone by, I don’t like to think of this dream, or worse, the REALITY of girls and young women, suffering, everywhere, around the world.

Pray for better dreams, pray for a better reality for these girls, make a difference, donate generously to a charity, to help girls and women escape the darkness and make a life for themselves. Find the brightness in Friday, the hope in the every-day.

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Dreamer’s Note:

Sorry I do not know the photographer(s) of these amazing photos.  Found on Pinterest.

One of them identified the source as iconology, but I could not find the image there.

Donate:    Polaris Project, Project to End Human Trafficking, and many other sites found on-line.

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2 responses

  1. I hope I don’t remember my terrifying dreams with such details. We all dream but we all don’t remember.

    April 28, 2014 at 2:29 am

  2. Reblogged this on Notes from outpost 187.

    May 8, 2014 at 2:27 pm

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