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My boyfriend and I both had extremely similar dreams a couple of nights apart, without either of us discussing our dreams until today. Shocking to find out they were so similar because the dream is so odd. 😂 and also shocking because, like I said, we didn’t even talk about our dreams until today lol

I’ll tell you what mine was like and then I’ll tell you his. Neither of us can remember it perfectly though.

My dream, if I can remember correctly, I was sitting somewhere like a bench surrounded by tall, pristine, green grass and a giant blue sky. I think I was around a building that I had been staying in, somewhere nice maybe like a hotel or something? My surroundings were super like liminal space type vibes; kinda backrooms-y but not scary, just content :)

Until the wasp >:(

When I saw him, I didn’t wanna run away out of fear that I would trigger it to attack me, but then it just kept getting closer, eventually looking like it wanted to land on me/ get in my clothes. Btw this wasp was HUGE like the length of my hand or so with a giant ass. It was fat and nasty looking 🤢. I just tried to stay still and be quiet so it wouldn’t sting me, but the tension between me and the wasp was getting too intense and so, the moment I got a chance and it backed off a lil (like hovered a foot away instead of a centimeter away) I started slowly getting up and trying to walk away. And then it stopped me and started hovering too close. Then I guess it called for his homeboy and then they both started “attacking me” but not stinging, just INTENSELY invading my space. Can’t remember the rest of the dream.

My boyfriend’s dream: he was outside in the woods by our house (maybe), and he was going back to the car. Then a football sized wasp came and started getting closer. Then, more big ass wasps came, following him, and trying to sting him. He started running to the car, when he gets in, they leave. So he gets out of the car again, but then they came out of nowhere and stung him. Then he woke up.

I remember my dreams more detailed than he does. I pay more attention to the vibes and setting, and he pays attention to the plot. But anyways, if anyone can interpret, that would be awesome. I’ve never had a dream so similar to someone else’s, especially about something so strange.

Btw, the wasps in my dream were yellow and the ones in his dream were orange. Idk if that matters lol.

Thanks!

I’m 17, turning 18 on the 12th this month. Here’s my situation if anyone can please chime in and let me know any info you have, I would greatly appreciate that. Btw I live in Florida.

Right now I’m something called a “Unaccompanied Homeless Youth” or UHY. Which is kind of like emancipation but not quite. Either way, it basically makes me an adult and I get certain benefits like healthcare from the government. I’m trying to hurry up and get healthcare like Medicaid before I’m 18.

I’ve called around and I’m getting conflicting info and idk what to do. One person said I might need to be listed as a dependent on someone else’s taxes (my boyfriends the only person I got who’s over 18, he makes ~40k a year) and then from there they can determine eligibility. But I’ve also been told by my school counselors that that is not the case and I can apply now and even get special enrollment or whatever. I tried calling Medicaid and the Department for Children and Families (basically Florida’s version of CPS) but they’re both closed right now.

I’m trying to figure out:

1. Do I need to be claimed as a tax dependent by someone to get coverage?
2. Can I qualify for Medicaid on my own as a homeless minor/young adult?
3. Does turning 18 change anything about this process?
4. What is the correct first step I should take so I don’t mess up anyone’s taxes or get denied coverage?
5. Who should I talk to in order to get more information and help me enroll?
6. Is there anything I should know or I’m missing???

If you have any further questions for me to help me figure this out, leave em below and I’ll answer to the best of my ability. Thanks you guys!

All my life I’ve had low expectations about this day. Either I’d be dead before then, or happy. But I always looked forward to it, or mourned the possibility that I might never get to see it, imagine the woman I would’ve became. Living with my mom, getting abused and screamed at everyday, school bullies all that- it was gonna be over by the time I was 18. I knew that. My only expectations were dead or happy.

I won’t meet either of those criteria. I’ll be alone on my birthday. Ungraduated, unhappy, and alone. I’m sad this time has come, disappointed in myself and in everyone who let me down. My birthday was supposed to be special. I missed graduation, my friends went up in life without me, my parents kicked me out, I didn’t get to go to prom- another thing I waited for and looked forward to all my life. Idek how to explain it. Like I missed my birthday.

I don’t even want to celebrate because of this. There’s nothing to celebrate. I haven’t made any achievements, everyone I know is gone from my life.

I was telling all this to Eric, we were talking. I told him something important- what I just told you. He was quiet so I thought he just don’t know what to say. But I just wanted acknowledgment, so I said “ya know?”. Still quiet, so I looked over at him. He fell asleep. Which pretty much sums up how I feel like 17 and 18 has treated me.

All my life I’ve tried giving myself things to look forward to. The smallest things. And they always get postponed, forgotten, or cancelled in some way shape or form. I looked forward to field trips, just for my mom to not have enough money to send me there- or missing the deadline to get my permission slip turned in. I looked forward to little trips that never happened. I looked forward to staying friends with people forever, just for them to be gone too. I looked forward to getting older, to freedom, to money.

Anything and everything I ever wanted, I didn’t get. Except getting out of my mom’s house. But even that still hurts. Like hey mom, I’m 18 now… I won’t even hear from her. Which isn’t sad because I miss her, but because like damn bro, not even my mom’s gonna make me feel special on this day that was supposed to be special.

I can never catch a break. Even today I still give myself things to look forward to. A house, designing my kids bedroom, making friends, getting a car, going shopping, taking a trip… I should know better by now.

I don’t even get excited anymore. It all feels pointless. I know I won’t even be happy even if I did accomplish those things. Those things honestly don’t even feel fulfilling. I haven’t felt fulfilled since when I had friends and a good relationship with my dad. And those short couple of years gone now. I sit in a room all day doing nothing, imagining and hoping that one day I’ll find something.

But even when I imagine the most amazing thing that could happen to a person, I’m uninterested and increasingly more hopeless and restless.

I might be turning 18 soon, but I’ll always be the same 14 year old crying about the seemingly endlessness of it all.

I lowkey get bullied everytime I talk so I deleted instagram cus everyone’s a chud so here I am on Reddit hi hello

Boy am I lonely and so behind. I used to live with my mom until she tried to murder my brother and I, then I lived with my dad. We moved away from all my friends, and I made two whole friends at my new high school. They were awesome, we made a fantastic trio. We did literally everything together. But then my dads gf lowkey hated me and accused me of wild shi like keying her car, wanting them to break up, etc. and my dad sent me away to a 21 day program which absolutely cooked my already cooked grades.

Then my senior year came and I was like “ok but fr tho I need to graduate” but then he kicked me out and I moved in with my bf. So I couldn’t go to my school anymore. Counselors tried to help, but just screwed me over even more. Needless to say, I did not graduate. And my friends have at last surpassed me and left me behind. I’ve watched them go to prom, get new boyfriends, go to college, all that from the sidelines with no contact at all. While they’re doing all this awesome stuff, the only remarkable thing I’ve done is almost get killed in a rip current.

I have no car, no license, no diploma, no job, no friends.

Right now my entire life consists of sitting in a room, on a bed, on my phone. I’m not exaggerating when I say I do virtually nothing. Ever. I used to be fun. Now I feel like I’m not even a person, like I’m literally an npc. And I get bullied by strangers online 😔

I’m sure I look like a problem, a loser, whatever- and you’d be right by thinking that. But I’m not bad, I’m good. This post is me trying to remind the world “hey! I’m a person too! And I do exist! And I’m trying? I think???”

Anyways, I hope this post lands in the lap of a very wise person who can change my outlook on life. Thanks for reading. Even though I won’t see it, please blink twice to acknowledge my existence so at least I know I had some type of small, meaningless, physical impact on SOMEBODY. Anybody. For crying out loud omg.