DREAM TIME

(From the Story of Jasmine-Updated 4/22/2026)

“— Alright girls, it’s dream time, bring it now… — …. Let’s go!!” Yolanda, the ringleader for the newest round of something she suggested began to corral the girls for something she called, ‘Dream Time’.

This event was another chance for the girls to envision what they sought from life. This was another time for them to escape. It was an escape from a set of walls where the fading paint smudged with oils, collected dust and a place each girl felt a need to see something thriving outside of this physical limitation.

‘Dream Time’ gave the girls a substantial opportunity to float toward something different than what was contained in the four walls and splotches of puddied paint smattered just overhead.

This….

A moment …. To articulate what they hoped a fresh future would one day open up. These were dreams, in some cases they were plans for something that could lay ahead. Something they could not let go of.

As much as the girls shrugged and communicated their reluctance, they all loved to envision something -beyond. They saw a world outside this facility in which they admitted was their current “home”. Occasionally they would make large exaggerated gestures with air quotes when they called this place “home”.

“Alright, ok now…. —let’s get this going…”…. “-Yes-yes, I’m startin’ this thing up, we-are-rollin’, we’re rollin’ -now”; Yolanda wanted to share, she was especially keen to begin undressing this flurry of ideas swimming around in her mind space.

“Alright… everyone in this room is ready to find a new home, am I right?…. Come on…”. “Am I right?” … prompting the girls as she presented open palms, arms wide and a resounding nod of agreement rolled through.

…. “Mmm hmmmm, I know that’s right”.

Confirmations were explicit, the resounding agreement was visceral, it was felt as a perfect consensus.

Each girl knew ….

With certainty, they knew they wanted to be in the care of a loving, engaged family. Although it was not a play they acted in, not a scene they known, it was desired. What it meant, or really looked like, they didn’t know. All the girls agreed that they weren’t completely sure what two loving parents might … even resemble.

Yolanda started the session;

“I’m in my clean, white, three bedroom, let’s call it a castle..”

The word castle was released with a wink and giggles echoed resoundingly.