“Some dreams fade as soon as you wake up—this one lingered, like a whisper in my mind refusing to be ignored.”
It felt like I had lived two different realities in one night. One moment, I was navigating an eerie, unsettling experience; the next, I was laughing over something absurdly ridiculous. My dream felt like a battle between darkness and light, confusion and clarity.
At first glance, it seemed like a bizarre nighttime story, but as I reflected, I realized it carried deep truths about my journey, my emotions, and how I move through life.
It was a dream of tension and transition. And as dreams often do, it left me with more questions than answers.
The Shack of Unease
I was supposed to meet a friend in Santa Monica, but before seeing her, I found myself in a Venice neighborhood—not the vibrant, artsy Venice Beach I love, but a low-income area that felt weighed down by something unseen.
In the middle of this neighborhood stood a small, worn-down shack that housed psychologically disturbed children. The air inside was thick, as if it carried the weight of unseen stories. The dim lighting made it hard to tell if it was day or night.
Inside, I saw two children—one, a little girl around eight years old with pale skin and straight hair. She was beautiful, but in a way that made me sad, as if life had taken too much from her too soon. The other child was a toddler.
At first, I thought nothing of it when I tried to talk to the toddler. But then—
She spoke.
Not in the voice of a child, but in the voice of an adult.
Sharp. Jaded. Unnerving.
Before I could process it, she cussed me out.
I stood frozen.
How could something so small wield words so harsh?
What had I just walked into?
The contrast between her innocent face and the weight of her words sent a chill through me. Something about this place was deeply unnatural. I felt threatened, and every instinct told me to leave.
“For out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks.” – Matthew 12:34
I turned to go—only to be interrupted.
A Call for Help That Became a Therapy Session
A man from the house next door called out for help. His voice carried urgency, and I rushed over, expecting some sort of emergency.
But when I arrived, he was asleep.
Not just dozing—completely, obliviously asleep.
I stood there, confused. Hadn’t he just called me? Hadn’t he needed something? I tiptoed around his room, careful not to wake him, and slowly made my way toward the exit.
Just as I was leaving, I heard movement behind me.
He woke up.
“Thanks for coming,” he said casually, as if we had just finished a deep conversation.
Then, he started talking. Not about anything urgent—just random things. Thoughts, musings, words that seemed to fill the space.
Then, with a satisfied sigh, he said, “This was a good therapy session.”
I blinked in confusion.
Therapy session? I had barely been there. We hadn’t even talked much.
And yet, somehow, something had shifted for him.
I left, still uncertain about what had just happened. But as I walked out, I realized the exit led directly back into the shack.
And there, waiting for me, was the same little girl.
She stared at me, unblinking.
As if she had been expecting me all along.
I didn’t stick around to find out why.
“Sometimes silence is the loudest cry for help.” – Unknown
An Unexpected Shift
And just like that, the dream took a sharp turn.
I met up with my friends for lunch, shaking off the eerie feeling as we chatted over good food. The weight of the shack faded, replaced by the comfort of familiarity.
After eating, we decided to go for a walk. Somehow, we ended up on a highway, and one of my friends—who had dyed his hair half-blonde, half-dark—pulled his hair out of a bun and faced the onlookers from a bridge above us.
With his striking two-toned hair and dramatic stance, he suddenly looked like an anime character.
And that’s when it happened—people on the bridge started taking pictures of him.
We burst into laughter.
Here we were, walking on a highway, and my friend had somehow become an overnight internet sensation just for existing. It was so ridiculous, so completely absurd, that I couldn’t help but laugh until my stomach hurt.
I woke up feeling both relieved and reflective.
Soul Insights
1. Life is Full of Contrasts—Learn to Move Between Them.
One moment, I was in a place of deep discomfort; the next, I was laughing over something hilariously random. Life is like that. We experience tension and ease, sorrow and joy, fear and peace—all within the same journey. The key is knowing when to stay, when to learn, and when to move forward.
“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.” – Psalm 30:5
2. Sometimes, Just Showing Up is Enough
The sleeping man woke up feeling like he had just experienced therapy, even though we barely spoke. Some people don’t need a solution—they just need presence. This was a reminder that simply being there can be more healing than words.
3. Not Everything is as Innocent as It Seems.
The toddler who spoke like an adult shook me to my core. Sometimes, we expect innocence but encounter something much darker. This is a reminder to stay spiritually and emotionally aware—not everything is as it appears.
4. Find Your People—They Will Bring You Back to Joy.
When I left the unsettling place, I found my friends, and with them, I found laughter. Life can be heavy, but the right people will help you shake it off and remind you that not everything has to be serious.
5. Embrace the Absurd—It’s What Makes Life Beautiful.
Watching my friend unknowingly become an anime icon for strangers on a bridge was so ridiculous that I couldn’t help but love the moment. Sometimes, life gifts you pure absurdity. Don’t question it—just laugh and enjoy the ride.
Final Thoughts: The Balance of Shadows and Light
This dream reminded me that life isn’t just one thing—it’s a mix of the strange and the familiar, the unsettling and the comforting, the fearful and the hilarious.
I don’t have to stay in the dark places. I don’t have to force myself to fix everything or help everyone. And I don’t have to resist the joy of a moment just because something heavy came before it.
There is wisdom in knowing when to sit in the discomfort, when to walk away, and when to laugh.
There is grace in moving between the shadows and the light.
And perhaps, even when we don’t understand the full meaning of an experience—just like that so-called “therapy session”—we can trust that something meaningful was exchanged, even if we can’t quite explain it.
Maybe that’s the real lesson:
We show up. We absorb the moment. And then, step by step, we walk toward whatever comes next.
© 2025 Amelie Chambord
Soul Path Insights 
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