Hi I wanted to share something with you all that has stayed with me my whole life. I'm adopted, I was adopted at 9 years old and put in foster care when I was five so I don't know my family history except what I can remember. When I was under the age of five, I had this dream, my birth mother and I were walking around the white house on a tour. This is something that is no longer done thanks to those who have hate in their hearts.
I remember this large white and gold room with a huge fireplace that was big enough for me to walk right into. Above the fireplace there was this huge mirror, maybe it was next to it since I walked right up to it. In the mirror I didn't see the reflection of the room I was in, but I saw my bright orange bedroom and my bed in the far right corner. Every detail was there down to the peeling paint on the walls (which come to think of it, was probably full of lead since it was the 80's and there wasn't such a big scare about it then, I'm just glad I didn't eat paint chips as a child). The view of my room in the mirror was from the angle of the door.
In my dream when I noticed it, I walked over to the mirror and started opening my eyes really wide with my face practically touching the mirror. I knew I was dreaming and I was trying to wake up. My birth mother walked over to me, I can still remember her hair and scent and here misshapen smile and well, bad teeth. She asked me what I was doing and I told her I was trying to wake up, she looked at me lovingly and told me I was awake and I shook my head and told her I was asleep and that I needed to wake up and pointed to the mirror and then that's it, I can't remember anymore.
Can anyone give me any insight on why it is I had this dream and why it's stuck with me for 21 years. Thanks for caring!
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