I was in a house full of odd people, some were siblings and some were friends and one was the guy I loved. One of my siblings was an aspiring songwriter, he was a big muscle guy with broad shoulders that towered over me, and was having trouble and I always helped him when he was in trouble, one sibling was a tall beautiful red headed girl the same age as me that ended up attracting the man I loved. I got mad at them for being selfish and started packing and not speaking to them. Then they ganged up on me to talk and I breathed life into the one struggling to write a song. I said, “Pick two or three cords and write 45 seconds of a song, don’t ass anything but those two or three cords.” He said, “nothing?” I said “nothing” and he stepped closer to me as I said, “Breathe deep, think about those cords, feel the guitar against your belly.” And we were head to head with our eyes closed. He smelled of cigarette and alcohol. And he got an inspiration and jumped and hugged me. Then, I turned to the red head. “It wouldn’t have even mattered to me that you two fell in love if you had just talked to me about it and I would have let you have him bc that’s who I am, but you didn’t, and look at me, and look at you, how am I supposed to attract any man, let alone one that I like when I’m standing next to Jessica freakin rabbit all of the time.” And threw a dress on the bed and burst into tears. At this point everyone in the house is watching my breakdown. I turn and continue packing and cleaning. I’m the size I am now and have a tshirt and jeans on and the big guy who was the aspiring songwriter grabs me from behind in a bear hug, “I like you at the house, I like what you are always doing, and sometimes dudes don’t always like the red heads, besides Jackie doesn’t want you to leave.” And I stood there listening to the poor attempt to keep me around to be his inspiration and servant, everyone’s inspiration but never anyone’s woman of intrigue or woman who is sexy, or woman that is more than the thing she does or the things she inspires. And I thought, “That’s all he’s got to try and keep me, that’s all he can say about me, is that I’m someone who is good.” And I woke up feeling very insecure a day sad.
The dream appears to reflect feelings of insecurity, unrequited love, and a lack of recognition or value as an individual. The house filled with odd people may symbolize a sense of not fitting in or feeling like an outsider in certain social situations. The presence of the guy you love and your sibling who attracts him highlights the theme of unrequited love and jealousy.
Your efforts to help your struggling sibling with songwriting may suggest a nurturing and supportive nature, but it also reveals your frustration at not being seen for who you truly are. The instruction to focus on simplicity and breathe life into the struggling songwriter may symbolize your desire for simplicity and authenticity in your own life.
The comparison to the red-headed girl, whom you perceive as more attractive and desirable, further emphasizes feelings of insecurity and low self-worth. Your emotional breakdown and outburst express the pent-up frustration and hurt you feel, as you struggle with the notion of not being seen as more than what you offer or inspire in others.
The bear hug from the aspiring songwriter could symbolize a well-intentioned attempt to keep you around, but it also highlights the perception that you are valued more for what you do and inspire, rather than who you are as an individual.
Waking up feeling insecure and sad is a common reaction after experiencing emotional and vulnerable situations in dreams. It may be beneficial to reflect on these feelings and explore ways to build self-confidence and assert your own needs and desires in your waking life.