The other night, I dreamed that I was crying and telling my brother that I never got a chance to say goodbye to him. I now know why I dreamed that. It’s because I never got a chance to say goodbye to the people at my out-of-town BPD group either. I never got a chance to finish up with them. I wish I would’ve had a chance to say goodbye before my group got cancelled.
I’m wondering if, because I was crying in the dream, will I someday be able to cry for him while I’m awake? It’s been several months now and I still haven’t. It doesn’t feel quite real to me. I know he’s gone. I never got a chance to say goodbye to him.
I just thought I would tell you about my dream and the epiphany I had about it. Thanks for listening. Till next time,
I had a strange dream last night. I dreamed that I heard my brother’s voice downstairs. I went downstairs and he was standing there. I said “You can’t be here! We buried your ashes!” He replied that he had been living in a storage unit out of town. Shortly after that, I woke up. I felt weird all morning. Have you ever had a dream like that? One that affects you for the rest of the day?
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The other night I dreamed about my brother. I don’t remember the actual dream. All I know is that the dream was about my brother and that I woke up feeling very stressed out and upset. I’m sure it’s because he’s been on my mind so much for the last month or so. He was very charming but could be verbally abusive at times, and physically when we were younger. But he was a really nice guy at times.
Our daughter came over early this morning. Her and her boyfriend had been walking around town all night and wanted to crash at our place for a couple of hours. My husband said, “No way!” They’ve stolen from us and treated us like dirt a lot of the time. So they went over to the neighbour’s, where my mother-in-law has been staying, and she let them in. They’ve gotten her cheque and are now staying at a motel, for how long I don’t know.
I’m probably heading out for a bike ride with my son shortly. Till next time,
I had a very strange dream a while ago. I dreamed that I was in a place like a funhouse, but you couldn’t get out until you learned how to manage your emotions. If you didn’t you had to stay there until you did. What a weird dream! I think it means something. That we’re doomed to repeat the same mistakes over and over until we learn from them. Like learning Dialectical Behaviour Therapy to manage our emotions. What do you think? Have you ever had any strange dreams about emotions like that? Tell us all about it in the comments below. Thanks,
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