My mum and I have a dream connection. There are instances when unbeknownst to both of us, a related theme has been seen by us and the connection unravels only when we share the dream days later.
Sometime in the latter half of December 2010, my mum and I intersected on the dream line again. Her 'story' was different to me. My 'story' was different. However, the driving emotion of the dreams was same to both of us.
So far, I had been looking at her dream via her interpretation of it.
The truth is I hadn't thought of this in a few years now.
Except that today in my sleep, in early dawn hours, my interpretation of her dream just unraveled itself. It brought out a cold fact. It brought out something I refuse to let myself dwell on in my waking life, chapters blocked indefinitely.
I have never stopped myself from hovering over those months ever. But it appears to me that I automatically skip tracks.
I don't plan to tell my mother over the perspective I have developed lest it hurt her.
Dreams are therapy.
I am really no one to have an opinion about dreams, but I've noticed that I have far less dreams than I used to since my sleep is so broken, and those very few i have, I rarely remember. So I envy both your therapeutical dreams and the sleep that leads to them. :-)
ReplyDeleteI don't mine meaning from dreams either, but I rarely remember them. Dreams are supposed to be the way our subconscious processes our conscious experiences, I guess. Looks like yours is working properly...eventually. :)
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