Sometimes when I stare at a wall during class I think about random things. The biology teacher's fishes and how one died (RIP Jarvis), maybe some random guy's outfit, and overly analyze it before giving it less than a 6 out of 10. But there's this dream I had that I think about sometimes. So I'm gonna share it here.

So this was like in May? I was in a rough spot, yk realizing that I was gaslighted for 2 years by someone who I considered a friend, finals, being hated by an entire friend group, and family problems. Ect. Boy was I drained mentally, I just wanted to give up, just throw all of my school supplies aside and just give up on everything, but despite this desire, I kept going since I had one week left for summer break

I was lying in bed, praying my rosary. For me, this is how I prefer to pray, but since I find my bed very comfortable I also tend to feel sleepy most of the time, so I would sit, and continue praying. And then lay down when I felt like it. Sit, lay down, sit, lay down.

Well on this particular day the bed was just too comfortable for me to move, but I continued praying either way. My eyes felt so heavy, so I closed my eyes as I recited the rosary, and then somewhere there I fell asleep.

So in the dream, it was very bright, but I could see that I was on a hill under a tree, sitting on a bench..or at least it felt like it, felt like I was on the ground. I absorbed my surroundings, there were white and red flowers along with beautiful red roses. I dont know why, but it felt as if I was there in person. Idk kinda like a lucid dream thing.

It took me a while to process that I was having my hair played with. Just like how my mom does to me every so often. I didn't even mind, I just closed my eyes and savored it. The dream felt long, it was quiet for most of the time. Until I heard a voice

"Everything's going to be okay"

It was so comforting, those words

"I'll always be here for you, i will never abandon you," It went something along those lines.

I felt so comforted, I opened my eyes to figure out the source of the voice... I then turned to see who was playing with my hair the entire time. I was shocked when I realized that it was Mary. I didn't even dare to utter a single thing, I just looked in awe. She seemed to be taller than me, had long black hair, and was wearing a blue cloak and what seemed to be a white dress. I was stunned, unable to form any words. Then, I held onto her like my life depended on it and sobbed. The rest of the dream was spent crying in her arms.

I woke up and realized they I had my rosary in my hand. At first, I felt bad since I fell asleep while praying. But when I remembered the dream. It seemed to bring me some comfort. I laid in bed as I reminisced on it, wondering if it was something my mind conjured up or probably something more

And then I heard my bedroom door opening. My mom screamed at me wondering why I wasn't going to the kitchen and asked me what I was doing. I said nothing and went to the kitchen to fulfill my duties.