Nightmares
Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives.
William Dement
I had a dream the other day. As I have mentioned before, I rarely remember my dreams when I wake up but this is another that stuck with me. I was at a funeral, had no idea why or who, but I walked up front and began to talk to the rows of mourners. I said that this person must have been a good person because of all the people who had come. As I continued to speak platitudes for the dead, I looked around and realised that I recognized the people in the front rows. Not personally, but that there were characteristics in each of them I recognized. It was at that point I realised where I was and who was in the closed coffin. I walked out among wispers of “who is he” and woke up with tears on my face.
Maybe there is a reason I don’t usually remember my dreams. It would be too painful.
January 9th, 2007 at 4:23 pm
I had similar dreams when I was in the early stages of reunion. My birthmother had declined contact and I think the dreams were my mind’s way of preparing me for the worst.
It is such a highly charged emotional time. I think the ups and downs take their toll no matter how tough we are.
January 12th, 2007 at 1:36 pm
Ouch.