I have a range of different types of dreams and have done since being a child.
Some are of the PTSD flashback type, of trauma that happened. They are f***ing horrendous. Thankfully they are lessoning. Some are dreams that are trauma related. They are pretty shit too. And I always have vivid dreams about people now in my life. People that matter and are significant. They can be really bloody weird!
My brain never stops, day and night, working to excess.
My recent dreams being experienced about my mother, and her death, I have come to decide are just my absolute understanding, that she was never a mother. I believe the dreams signify my final resigned acceptance of reality, no matter how painful.
I see the dreams being about death, being the symbolism of the death of a relationship, that never even existed in the way should have. They are not about the physical death of that person. Continue reading