Understand My Dreams

Dreams my mother

I'm in the bedroom of my old house. its my first bedroom i can remember. the ceiling is slanted. the walls are painted a grey blue. there is a window in the middle of the wall across from my bed. i can see the crescent moon through the glass. it is dark outside but the moonlight lights up part of my room making the shadows of the trees outside dance across the far wall. through the thin white lace curtains the wind is blowing. i feel alone but peaceful. i can't see anyone. i have a feeling my mother is close by perhaps sleeping but i do not turn around to look. i'm standing before the window not a small child but a grown adult. it's quiet and i can see the haze around the edges of the moon.

I was in a forgin country with my wife but at first when in the vehicle driving i didnt know she was with me but we were heading to the hospital to visit my father in the hospital due to it was the best in the world and we had to stop at these check points to get through we just had to come to a complete stop and we went through about three before we were on foot and met by two forgin guards and we had to stop at two more check points on foot after that we were being escorted to my fathers room and the hallways were very steep and i was only wareing only socks and it was difficult to walk up the inclines we passed one strecher with two patients on it stacked on top of each other and when it started to go down the incline the bed streched and ajusted to the contour of the incline when we arrived to my fathers room he was in like a encubatior and was naked and my mother was there thats the last thing i remember

When I was about eight years old, I had a terrifying dream that my mother and father had separated. My mom got a new boyfriend , but he did not like me and made it very obvious. They always left me to stay with my aunt and rarely ever saw them. It was time for the Christmas program at school and I had asked my mom to come and she said that she would be there. I got up on stage and she was not there, I stayed in the hopes that she would show up later, but she never did. After the program, I ran into the bathroom and cried. I heard someone come in and call my name; it was my mom. I was so happy I ran out of the bathroom and was still crying. She told me she was sorry and that she tried to get here, but her boyfriend took too long to get ready. She calmed me down and told me that we were going home and I was going to stay with them tonight. She walked outside and waited in the car while I changed into my normal clothes. I walked to the car and when I was about to get in my mom’s boyfriend drove off leaving me in the middle of the street. I ran after them and was crying and then I saw the window roll down and his hand come out. He was holding a gun and he shot me.

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