In my dream my extended family (aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, nephews, sisters & brothers in law) were all attending a performance of some sort. An aunt had made the arrangements and the rest of us were just showing up. She had blocks of seats in a couple of areas at the performance hall so that groups of family would be seated together.
I was the first to arrive in my section. I don't know where 65MD was; maybe parking the car? I sat alone in a group of seats that were more like bleachers than theater seats. My space was far too small for my body. It was uncomfortable. I knew that 65MD was on his way and was hoping that he would not need as much room as he was assigned since I was spilling over in to it.
As I was waiting, I struck up a conversation with a little girl seated nearby. She was not a member of my family. She was trying to guess something about me, which I cannot remember. It was something like guessing my age. Anyway, as she was gathering information to make her attempt, she asked if I was pregnant. I told her that I was not, that I just had a fat belly. I told her that I'd always had a fat belly. She was astonished and asked if that was true even as a little girl. I assured her that it was.
That is all of the specifics of the dream that I recall except for how I was feeling during the dream. I was happy to be at this event and glad to see my family. My feelings changed when I could not fit in my space. It was physically painful and embarrassing to me as I looked for a solution to my problem. I was happy for the distraction of the sweet little girl. She was innocent and was only seeking information not taunting me for my size. Even as I told her that I was fat, I was enjoying the chat with the child. In my dream, I was laughing as I told her I'd always had a fat belly. It was akin to telling her that I'd always had green eyes or something similar.
When I woke up and recalled the dream that I began to wonder if there was something deeper going on in my psyche. I'm not smart enough to truly ferret out these things. Initially, I wondered why my subconscious had joined the battle of beating up on me for my body shape. As I analyzed my feelings during the dream though, I was not upset at all with the child or her question. I was upset about not squeezing in the seat.
So, perhaps it means I am making peace with the shape of my body, but not with the size. Any other thoughts would be welcome.