Freaky dancing with Cindi's daughter

This morning my dream was really freaky! For some reason, I was going to perform a dance with Cindi's daughter. We had the shoes and the costume, but neither of us knew a dance. We were supposed to get together and create one, but Cindi's daughter was not really into it. She kept going off and doing other things. I finally went to tell Cindi that her daughter wasn't even trying to help come up with a dance, so I wasn't willing to get on stage and perform, as it would only serve to make me an ass. She said that was ok, she was genuinely ok with it. Then she said she really didn't wand to have her daughter involved once she heard Health and Welfare would be contacted. I don't know why, but apparently I had contacted them to complain about the non-compliance of the non-dancing child.

Why would I dream nonsense like that?

The message

It was so profound. "We come into this world completely unprepared for what we are about to experience. Will you be a victim or a healer?" It was THE voice. Yes, it was THAT voice! It was the voice the narrates our lives. It was like I was seeing myself as a baby. It was almost frightening how loud and booming that voice was over all the other static you hear in dreams.

My dreams have not been too terribly interesting as of late. I have not been remembering them long enough to write them down. I actually had a dream after this that was fun. I don't remember what it was about, I just remember it was fun.

The voice was profound. It wasn't like a dream. It was like an interruption. A wake up call. I don't know. I'm not likely to forget it any time soon.