Very recently I had a nightmare. It was not violent in any form, nor did it include anything that felt dangerous. The focal point of the nightmare was a memory from last year.
There were only two characters in the dream, my mother and another woman. I was also there. My mother had brought out a box of old things, amongst which were some of my old possessions and some good clothes and such. I was really attached to a silver jacket with soft inner lining from the pack, but my mum was dead set on giving it away for free to that woman.
My old dress, lace, cloth, so much stuff. I felt angry but there was nothing I could do. I would have wished her ill but she is my mother so I would be affected too. I could only wish ill on the woman who was being given all this free stuff.
Nothing else has made me feel so sad, angry and defeated. But the bonds of morality and my powerlessness to hold back the giving away of things that made me up as a person.
It didn't simply feel like my things were being given away, it also felt that my mother was freely and against my will giving away large portions of myself.
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My Nightmares
RandomDreams, good or bad, tell a lot about a person. This is basically a dream diary. My dreams are just abstract, super-realistic or from the perspective of a narrator.
