anonymous_artist
I have just had the most horrible dream of my LIFE and I am sitting here at 3.30am balling my eyes out because of this dream.
I dreamt that my mother and I had decided to commit suicide together. The decision was completely rational and we had worked out the fine details. We came home that afternoon with a six pack of beer and a packet of sleeping tablets. First of all we drugged the animals so we would see them on the other side, and I watched as my darling cat slipped from this life to another. Then after a few more moments we two took the tablets with our beer but just as we were dying I said ‘NO I WANT TO LIVE, mummy mummy stop wake up I want you to live’ But it was too late (crying as I am writing this) she was gone. Then I fought to survive, feeling myself getting sleepy I struggled to stay alive and I could almost feel myself in the dream hyperventilating with fear because it was so real. My dad came home at some stage after and I told him what happened. He said nothing and just walked upstairs and lay down next to her and I screamed and I shouted for him to say something, do something but he remained still and silent. Then I remember coming downstairs and running from room to room like I had lost my mind, but was trying to find a phone book to call my brother while trying to survive and stay awake.
What does this mean. As such a vivid and real feeling about the dreams I was wondering if anyone could lend some insight. Though I do understand some of it I would LOVE the advise/insight of anyone who wishes to share.
Thank you & sorry to have posted such a ... morbid thread
I dreamt that my mother and I had decided to commit suicide together. The decision was completely rational and we had worked out the fine details. We came home that afternoon with a six pack of beer and a packet of sleeping tablets. First of all we drugged the animals so we would see them on the other side, and I watched as my darling cat slipped from this life to another. Then after a few more moments we two took the tablets with our beer but just as we were dying I said ‘NO I WANT TO LIVE, mummy mummy stop wake up I want you to live’ But it was too late (crying as I am writing this) she was gone. Then I fought to survive, feeling myself getting sleepy I struggled to stay alive and I could almost feel myself in the dream hyperventilating with fear because it was so real. My dad came home at some stage after and I told him what happened. He said nothing and just walked upstairs and lay down next to her and I screamed and I shouted for him to say something, do something but he remained still and silent. Then I remember coming downstairs and running from room to room like I had lost my mind, but was trying to find a phone book to call my brother while trying to survive and stay awake.
What does this mean. As such a vivid and real feeling about the dreams I was wondering if anyone could lend some insight. Though I do understand some of it I would LOVE the advise/insight of anyone who wishes to share.
Thank you & sorry to have posted such a ... morbid thread