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SophiaGrace
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Has anyone ever had a dream that they woke up literally crying from?
Well, I had one last night.
I dreamt that my mom was slated for euthanasia because she had cancer and that I was standing outside the clinic. My dad was with me standing outside the clinic. The people who ran it didn't want me inside but I snuck in anyway, because the thought of my mother dying was just too horrible to make me stand outside casually as they killed her.
So I snuck in and went to this room that looked like a morgue. There was a body-bag on the metal table...so I unzipped it and it was my mom. She was still alive, but I got the feeling she just wanted to "go".
My father was there, chatting up the orderlies, concerned about trying to get in their pants. He actually looked happy that my mom was going to die.
I was flipping out. I realized that I had no friends that I could talk to, and no significant other. So my mother dying seemed beyond horrible. If she left, I would have no one to talk to and would go slowly insane with the aloneness, or, I'd have to be around my dad who would mentally/emotionally abuse me.
All of them seemed incomprehensible, horrible, unendurable.
The dream ends with me walking down a street in a nearby city, alone. There's no cars, no people on the sidewalk, no one riding by on their bicycle and this crushing feeling of isolation.
I woke up crying. That was one nasty dream.
Well, I had one last night.
I dreamt that my mom was slated for euthanasia because she had cancer and that I was standing outside the clinic. My dad was with me standing outside the clinic. The people who ran it didn't want me inside but I snuck in anyway, because the thought of my mother dying was just too horrible to make me stand outside casually as they killed her.
So I snuck in and went to this room that looked like a morgue. There was a body-bag on the metal table...so I unzipped it and it was my mom. She was still alive, but I got the feeling she just wanted to "go".
My father was there, chatting up the orderlies, concerned about trying to get in their pants. He actually looked happy that my mom was going to die.
I was flipping out. I realized that I had no friends that I could talk to, and no significant other. So my mother dying seemed beyond horrible. If she left, I would have no one to talk to and would go slowly insane with the aloneness, or, I'd have to be around my dad who would mentally/emotionally abuse me.
All of them seemed incomprehensible, horrible, unendurable.
The dream ends with me walking down a street in a nearby city, alone. There's no cars, no people on the sidewalk, no one riding by on their bicycle and this crushing feeling of isolation.
I woke up crying. That was one nasty dream.