Having any kind of relationship, friendship or romantic, is difficult for all of us. One alter may have a blast with a friend while another alter can’t stand the ground they walk on. Take Blossom for instance, some of us talk about smacking her (which we would never do) while others of us have a good time with her. Our host doesn’t even know her, the kids don’t like her and Morton watches her like he does every other person on the planet. We respond to her differently depending on whose out. It must be difficult for her to know what to expect when she sees us. She prefers me to be out but I can’t guarantee my presence every time.
Daily Archive for May 29th, 2007
I thought this dream was from earlier today but I looked at the time and it was yesterday. It seems like it was today. What stands out for me in the dream is how I wrote it down (the phrases I used) and the colour of the restroom. I said several times, “I was left.” I noticed poor grammar through out the entry. My mother is a stickler when it comes to English. Some of the babies had no arms, one had no face, one was just a head, all born to pre-teens.
The mother didn’t use the colour pearl in our home. Our house was in chocolate, cream and mauve.
It’s been an incredibly difficult few hours my way. The urge to cut is strong, anger is high. The dream reminded me of how she drove off the road one time promising to kill me and my sister. She drove in circles on a field until I reached from the back seat and pulled the keys out of the ignition. Continue reading ‘Dream Therapy: Driving Home (updated)’
We crossed through town on the highway. Blossom was driving first then she turned into my mother. We crossed over a bridge where the water was right up to the side. We crossed over once then the dream kind of did a rewind and we crossed over again..almost like someone hit rewind on the VCR remote…we crossed again (mother driving) and saw that several cars crashed into the river. The river banks were steep but the water came right up the side of the road on both sides. One man’s car was still in the grass, it didn’t fall into the water. He was on a limb annoyed, waiting to be rescued. Annoyed not hurt or anxious but annoyed. It was an inconvenience for him to nearly drown. Others were inside the cars floating. No one panicked; they sat as if they were waiting for the water to recede so they could drive away again. I was frightened, on the road, and told my mother so. She became upset that I kept talking about how scared I was. She thought I meant she was a bad driver. She stopped the car in the middle of the highway and sat there. Cars drove by us slowly; some came to a stop behind us. She told me that she wasn’t happy that I kept talking about how bad she drives. I told her I was equally as afraid driving with Blossom and with UK. She said she was surprised about the UK thing because when UK speaks I go into a trance. She said I listen to her as if she were holy. She started the car again and we drove through 3 different freeways right into downtown Indy. The whole time I tried to assure her that it wasn’t her driving that frightened me it was my water phobia. She was angry, annoyed and dissociating. She was dissociating so badly that I told her to pull over and let me drive. Even more offended now she sped up, began driving out of control, taking chances she didn’t need to take. By this time we were driving by the mini mall that’s always in my dreams. She sped through the same parking lot as the dream where she was on her hands and knees in roller skates. From there we went to the Methodist Hospital. She had to use the restroom so she and my sister and I got out and walked through the hospital.
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