I rarely remember any of my dreams. My husband claims I must have many because I apparently talk in my sleep often.
However, last night the dream and vivid and simply would not go away. I finally got up because I fell like I was on some kind of roller coaster with this reoccurring dream. I don’t like to think or visual my Mom near the end of her life. She had dwindled down to 40 pounds and seemed more like a shadow than Mom.
But last night she was all over in my dreams and her normal self, before all the illness. She was angry with me. In scene after scene she kept asking “Why didn’t you say thank you?”
This morning I am trying to figure out the “why”. I really do try and show gratitude. What have I been so ungrateful about?
Just now as I am typing I begin to wonder. I think one of the reasons I write is because it forces me to look at things differently. Anyway, I wonder if the problem is not that I don’t say “thank you” perhaps it is because I don’t “feel” thankful. (Earlier I thought I was thankful, but now I have to question that.
My husband just came in and saw what I was writing and said, “Don’t publish that.”
“Why not?”
“You are giving away pieces of your soul.”
I have many things to ponder.
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Question of
Do you ever have recoccuring dreams?
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Yes
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No
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Question of
Do you often remember your dreams?
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Yes
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No
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Question of
Do you believe dreams have a purpose?
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Yes
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No
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Question of
Am I giving away pieces of my soul?
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Yes
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No
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I wish I could have dreams, mostly of my son, but cannot.
I often wonder if dreams can be harmful for some. I know my husband has haunting dreams from the war.
I don’t believe in souls, so I can’t answer that point. However, in order to heal yourself you have to share your hurt, and that means giving part of yourself to someone else – if you want to call that part of your soul, fair enough.
As that explains a lot. That is why you feel strongly about “passed away” – When I am ready to move on I feel comfortable doing so.
I rarely remember my dreams and it is kind of frustrating
I don’t mind that I don’t remember. I figure maybe you only remember the ones that you need.
nice post thank you………………..
Really are we back to a whole bunch of dots. That is just sad.
Thank you very much.I often dream of her green eyes .
Thanks for sharing that. Are her green eyes ever angry when you remember her?
Maybe it was just a way to remember your mom.
Yes, I suppose that could be completely accurate.