I was working at the hellacious job again.  I wasn’t happy about it but I guess it was better than being unemployed.  I was also very self-conscious of my body, knowing that everyone was probably judging me, happy to see that I had gone so down-hill in my appearance.  I didn’t want to be there but I was going to make the best of it.  I am standing at my desk, knowing I’ll need to organize it.  I begin tossing away a few things that I no longer feel are necessary but I also hold onto some things that are not necessary and not even appropriate.  (What they are, I cannot say.  In the dream they were vague objects, brightly colored, but nothing I could describe.)  Patricia walks in and she says, “I heard you were back.”  I go to give her a hug and she doesn’t respond, standing stiff in my arm.  I let go my expectations confirmed; they are not happy I am back.  A young girl, about high school age, comes in and is surrounded by the other women in the office.  She’s clearly distraught and I overhear that her boyfriend has dumped her.  She, of course, thinks it is the end of the world, and she doesn’t understand how God could do this to her.  The other women encourage her to pray, to lean on God, etc.  When I am alone with her I say, “Inside you are feeling so many things.  You should feel them all.  Don’t hide from any of them.  Feel them and trust them.  Then, when they no longer fit, let them go.  You will come through this but it takes time.  Trust the process and give yourself time.”  She seems calmer by the time I am walking away, still sniffling but her sobs are now silenced into hiccups.  I go to her mother and explain what I told her daughter; she doesn’t want to hear what I have to say so I give up and return to my desk.  Another young girl, this one Asian, comes up to me sobbing, throwing herself in my arms.  She too is heartbroken.  “I heard what you said and thank you.  I love you.  What you said means so much to me.  May I see you tomorrow?”  She pulls back to see what I say in response and I can see her adoration and love.  She is in love with me or at least has a profound crush and I am unsure what to do with her passion, aware that she is in a fragile state.  I tell her I will see her again and her expression of relief and hope is profound and humbling. I feel overwhelmed but realize that this is why I am here and accept my presence even if I know I am unwelcome.