Trust

Date: 2/14/2023

Tom and I were hanging out. Talking, relaxing, just enjoying each other’s company. We were in a dark room with dim honey colored lighting, standing near a corner, myself leaning against the wall, slumped over as normal. Tom was hunched over too, but nowhere near as strongly as I. He still towered over me—like usual. I may have been letting out my feelings. Although it didn’t feel like every awful emotion was falling out of my mouth, it very well could have been. Stress about school, work, my social life… Everything. The next thing I knew, Tom was crying. He seemed to be stressed about everything he’s been bottling up, some stresses the same as mine, others different, but either way, the time has gotten to him. Perhaps it was because we’d be torn apart when I leave for college. I’d never know exactly what the reasons were. They weren’t real anyway. I knew what he was feeling, and once it starts, it’s hard to stop. Things are annoying that way. He brought his hands up to his face to hide his tears from my view, a mannerism of my own. I asked him if he was okay, but I don’t recall a response as the corners of his lips drew downward, jaws clenched. I didn’t want him to feel how I’d felt before. It was awful. He should suffer like I had. I asked him if he wanted a hug as I took a small step forward and was met with the palm of his hand to my forehead; a weird way of saying he wasn’t ready in just that moment. I knew immediately. In real life, I would have been hurt that I couldn’t do anything in that moment to help, but I handled it well enough in the dream. Instead, I closed my eyes, put my head down a little, placed my hands on his forearm, and rubbed circled with my thumbs on his uncovered wrist with one hand and further up the arm through the jacket with the other. I spoke softly, telling him something like, “It’s okay to cry,” or “I’m here for you, whatever you need.” I continued with the slow, light touches, listening to his labored breaths. After a couple moments, he slowly pulled his hand away and allowed me to get in closer. We sat down for more comfort, and I delicately moved in, wrapping my arms around him and rubbed the small of his back, my head to his chest. His breath hitched in the way that it does when one wants to recompose themself. I listened to his ragged breathing until he was near-normal again, still holding him the entire time.

AI generated interpretation This dream suggests that you have a strong sense of trust in your relationship with Tom. You feel comfortable confiding in him and allowing him to express his emotions in a safe and supportive environment. You are willing to be there for him and offer him comfort and understanding. You also display a great deal of empathy and understanding by recognizing his emotional state and responding with understanding and care. The dream indicates that you view Tom as a source of strength and security and that you feel confident in his ability to handle any challenges that may come your way.