I can try...With the caveat that I do not believe anyone can tell what a dream means; it is a bit like interpreting the meaning of sunset or flowers. Also often the person who can best interpret the dream is the dreamer, since she is one that intimately knows her internal symbology and her real life circumstances. I know nothing about you, so take what sounds true, or feel free to disregard the whole thing. Remember I do not know you, I only knew myself (and that not too well either!).

I am going to interpret it as if it was me who dreamt it. I don't look for symbols, like what does it mean if I see a tall tree with leaves moving. I believe dreams can be messages from my heart or my spririt, trying to communicate with my screwed up ego.

So, on a first look it looks to me like I am dreaming that everyone is having a party about me, but they fail to see the real me standing right there. Bad on them!

But wait. Perhaps it's a different story. They are into me. They've thrown a whole big party in my honor, but I am not there, I am invisible. It's only my mother who has the strongest connection to me, because of the birth, that can sense me, and that's just barely.

So how come I am invisible? Is it them, all of them just blind or have I made myself invisible? I have too often felt they don't understand me, like me, want me, and I have withdrawn, to my room, to my loneliness, disappeared... invisible.

It is easier to blame others, but in a moment of honesty I can see how I have cut myself off from them. In school there was this girl, Kathy, and most people circled around her, so I withdrew, didn't even try, even though there were plenty people who were not engaged in worship of Katherine the Great.

And in my dream, what did I do? I did not try to shout to them, run up to them and hug, jump up and down and announce with joy "Here I am!". I just stood there, passively, waiting to be noticed.

Sadness and loneliness can be a self-fueling trap. Depressed people are no fun to be around. We are like stagnant pools, nothing moves, nothing sparkles. They tell us a joke, we barely acknowledge. They throw us a party, we are not there, we are not into it, sorry too depressed, can't you see, go away... And so we get lonelier, sadder... invisible.

(((Unrealityfeeling)))

Dear little sister, if any of this is true, I am wishing you, with all my heart, strength to break out of that invisibility bubble so you can enjoy the party called life that is only missing you.