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Dream Therapy: Sister Dies Rewrite

Published on August 22, 2011 in Dream Therapy, Dreams, Emotions, Grief Sadness Loss, Mental Health and PTSD. 0 Comments Tags: , .

In dream therapy you re-write your dream/nightmare so that it has an ending you can live with. The dream I had the other night about my sister had an ending I can’t live with so I’m going to do a creative writing kind of dream re-write. The original dream is here.

It had only been one hour since the University announced immediate evacuation to safeguard students from the fast approaching blizzard, yet the place was deserted. Students and Faculty abandoned the school with speed and fury leaving silence eerily dangling in darkened hallways….Scratch that! Let’s go lighter and skip past the packed cab leaving us behind. We’ll go right to the part where my sister and I are alone in the school.

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DREAM: Somewhere in the Forest

Published on August 30, 2010 in Art, Dream Therapy, Dreams and Therapy. 0 Comments

I had this dream three nights ago but I still have difficulty thinking about it. What comes to mind is how I tried to show people that something was wrong but no one listened. I tried to remove my sister and myself from danger but she was killed and I was trapped. Also of note is how I addressed my uncle and my sister by their proper names, something I hardly ever did. Everything else is pretty typical for my dreams. I woke with a sick feeling and a heavy feeling of loss as if my sister had actually died. Most of the time I’d rather I died in my dreams than my sister. She’s usually torn apart by something in some horribly, painful death with lots of screaming and in a way where there’s nothing at all I can do to stop it. I hate dreams like this.

—– Dream from August 28th, 2010 —–

The dream started out with our family having a cook out. The house was in the middle of a forest, it was huge on the outside but small on the inside. My uncle was outside with 7 of my cousins playing some sort of game but when I went to check on them later he had them paired up and taking milk shots off of their belly buttons. Each child was paired with another child and he had a little boy under him licking milk from his stomach. When I saw it I yelled to him to stop. I told him he was wrong. I called him by name so that the children knew I was talking to the uncle and not them.

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DREAM: The Great Flood

Published on December 18, 2009 in Dream Therapy, Dreams, Female Sadist and PTSD. 0 Comments

My sister and I were in our mother’s bedroom together. She was looking for something but I had to use the restroom. I went to my mother’s private restroom to go but when I flushed the toilet it began to overflow. At first I didn’t panic I just flushed it again in hopes it would correct itself. Three times I flushed it and each time the swirl went faster and faster and rose to the top faster and faster. I was somewhat intrigued by the swirling which is why I flushed it continuously. Soon I realized it was useless and that not only was I standing in water but so was my sister by my mother’s bed.

The dream then changed so that instead of the toilet overflowing the water bed began to spill all over the floor foamy white water like a bubble bath.  Just like with the toilet, the leak started out slow then got completely out of control. We searched the bottom of the bed to see if there was a valve but we couldn’t find one. The sister jumped on top of the bed to the headboard but the water came out so fast we couldn’t see anything. When I got up there to see for myself I noticed above the headboard was a private storage area of all our personal belongings. There were dolls and toys, boxes and boxes of them stacked around this storage compartment. I wanted to stay and look around but I knew we had to fix the leak before the mother got home.

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DREAM: Tear Down This Emotional Wall

Published on December 11, 2009 in Abuse, Borderline Personality Disorder, Dream Therapy, Dreams and PTSD. 0 Comments

*sexual content*
Dream from Thursday morning 12-10-09

The dream started out with me sitting in the living room of the last house I lived in with my mother. There were 8 people there, 4 on each sofa which faced one another. We were discussing what to do while the mother was out of town on a two week Christmas vacation. I’d set up a rotation of friends to spend the night while she was gone and she wanted to know who it was. I began explaining it to her when she interrupted me and told me I didn’t clean underneath the sofa. I was rather irritated and told her, “You mean to tell me you’re going to respond to my house cleaning by pointing out what I didn’t do? That’s what you’re going to focus on, the one thing I didn’t do?” In the dream I’d cleaned the entire house, washed the windows, cleaned the oven and refrigerator. Her only comment about the house was that I didn’t clean under one sofa. I was seriously irritated.

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Watercolor and Oil

Published on November 25, 2009 in Art, Dream Therapy, Dreams, PTSD, Therapy and Therapy Assignments. 2 Comments

Trees on Cloth, watercolor, oilThis is from the dream about my sister and the rapper guy who turned into a girl. I say the dream was about my sister because one of the things that stuck out for me was that I felt she again failed to act to protect herself or me. She wasn’t there for me. I realize how let down and even cheated I feel by not having her even attempt to be the stereotypical big sister. In my heart I know she just didn’t have it in her but there’s another part of me that is angry and resentful of the fact that it was the youngest in the family who fought her battles (and lost them) instead of her. I think the fact that I was there for her so often makes it even harder to swallow that she can’t stand the ground I walk on and never could. That too has a “but” because I know my mother made sure we didn’t become friends. The other “but” is….it still hurts.

In the dream the rapper girl and I were encouraged to fight. People wanted to see us go at one another for their own pleasure. They didn’t care who won they just wanted to see a fight. It was about the show not the issue of feeling like I’d ignored her. Once she and I decided we didn’t care what the others wanted us to do we tried to come to some sort of agreement. That’s when a character popped in and promised things he couldn’t deliver. I was only slightly hopeful but still hopeful that I’d get this paradise I wished for. When I asked for peace of mind too and didn’t get it I knew the guy was a fake.

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DREAM: Family Meeting 1 of 2

Published on August 15, 2009 in Dream Therapy, Dreams, Mental Health, Segments and Therapy. 1 Comment

The meeting took place in the kitchen of a house I don’t think I’ve ever been in. Everyone was stark naked, openly exposed as it were. I was dripping wet and toweled off as my mother made her announcement.  The mother called the meeting to let everyone know she’d had enough of her two daughters and was moving out. Two teenage boys (black, unknown) told the mother if she moved in with them they’d take care of her and wouldn’t abandon her needs like her daughters did. She said she was grateful but wanted to go live with an older lady until my sister and I got ourselves together enough to accept her back into the household. My sister excused herself and wasn’t seen again in the dream until the very end.

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DREAM: Family Meeting 2 of 2

Published on August 15, 2009 in Dream Therapy, Dreams, Mental Health, PTSD, Segments and Therapy. 0 Comments

The full dream is written here.

COMMENTARY:

Before I went to bed last night I thought, man I need a good hot meal and a nice glass of water. When I had bulimia-like issues so long ago it was only junk food I’d keep down. I’d binge heavily and keep it down faster than if I ate a healthy meal. If I ate a good meal I didn’t sweat for I’d almost immediately throw it up. I didn’t think I deserved good food I didn’t break my back or trade my body to get. In the dream when I lived with her I ate junk food but vowed to eat healthy when she left. I think in the dream instead of it being a symbol that I’d throw it up I was showing that I’d leave behind the idea that all I was worth was crap. I think my self worth attached to food was turned the right way. Junk food in excess is abusive to the body, healthy food helps you thrive. The dream started in the kitchen and pretty much kept the food theme through out.

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