Leticia
02-25-2008, 12:06 AM
So for years I've had this awful dream where I am talking to my mom about how glad I am that she's here (my mother died 7 years ago) and how I thought she was dead.
In these dreams she would come back either saying that she hadn't been dead, but that something happened where everyone thought she was, or that she was here the whole time.
I would say that I loved her and we would hug. I was sooo happy that she hadn't died in these dreams and then I would wake up miserable and crying that it wasn't true.
The other night my dream was very different.
I dreamt that my brother and I were in the kitchen of the apartment we grew up in making Farina (creamy wheat cereal). And my mom was there talking to us and waiting for us to finish.
We were making separate ones and were trying to see who made it better. I remember my brother actually put and whole squash in his,haha.
So my brother leaves and I go up to my mom and tell her that I love her so much and kiss and hug her. She looks at me and asks if I want to go to the museum the next day.
Here's the thing about this dream. In the dream she hadn't died yet at all. But I KNEW she was going to. EVEN before she did!
I was sort of giving her the goodbye I never got to.
It was so weird.
I hope this isn't too depressing... but I don't know whether this is some type of closure or something...
In these dreams she would come back either saying that she hadn't been dead, but that something happened where everyone thought she was, or that she was here the whole time.
I would say that I loved her and we would hug. I was sooo happy that she hadn't died in these dreams and then I would wake up miserable and crying that it wasn't true.
The other night my dream was very different.
I dreamt that my brother and I were in the kitchen of the apartment we grew up in making Farina (creamy wheat cereal). And my mom was there talking to us and waiting for us to finish.
We were making separate ones and were trying to see who made it better. I remember my brother actually put and whole squash in his,haha.
So my brother leaves and I go up to my mom and tell her that I love her so much and kiss and hug her. She looks at me and asks if I want to go to the museum the next day.
Here's the thing about this dream. In the dream she hadn't died yet at all. But I KNEW she was going to. EVEN before she did!
I was sort of giving her the goodbye I never got to.
It was so weird.
I hope this isn't too depressing... but I don't know whether this is some type of closure or something...