Dream

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When I was little, I dreamt a monster was chasing me. No matter how far I ran, it was still behind me. I was bullied as a child and was advised to stop, turn around and tell it I wasn’t afraid. It worked, and I didn’t have it again.

There were two disturbing recurring nightmares. One where a plane was crashing out of the clouds and the passengers were hanging. A few months subsequently the twin towers went down. I’m not sure if it was related, but it did scare me. A similar thing happened with the bombings in London and there was a fire engine speeding up the side of a burning building.

Another was about having a baby. I was too advanced in age and thought it was crazy until I was in the room when my granddaughter was born. This year I had a dream about another baby. Not sure that will happen as both of my children are happy where they are.

Most are weird and colourful. The last was about myself and my husband. We were in Margate. We were visiting the entertainment centres. None of them were open. I think there was a flood.

I see family who have passed away. My most vivid was of my dad. I was going through a tough time. He was sitting on the stairs. I hugged him and it was like he was real. He told me everything would be okay. Now it is my mum, sister and my best friend. They are always healthy, and it is comforting to see them. We don’t talk. There are always hugs involved, and a chance to say what I couldn’t when they were here.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

11 thoughts on “Dream”

  1. I wish with all my heart that I had gone back into my Dad’s room in the hospital, hugged him and told him I loved him. I had just shared my helicopter ride with him and the photos I’d taken as we flew over the hospital. He had a massive heart attack the following day and never regained consciousness. I was holding his hand when he died, and was glad to be there for him and my Mum who was holding the other. After that day, whenever I saw my Mum, she was hugged and told she was loved without fail. I was too far away to be with her when she passed away, but hope she was not alone. My sister has never mentioned her last few moments.

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    1. It is those memories of spending time with that are most special. Dad didn’t want me to suffer on the day he died, and said it was okay for me to go out with my friends. The day before I spent with him, and it is a good memory. It is what my dad wanted.

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  3. Dreams maybe about persistent issues in life. The imagery could be symbols and not literal expressions. Anxiety can make us see negative dreams even when things are looking good in waking life.

    Thanks for participating in the writing prompt.

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