“…go on when I close my eyes… Every second of the night, I live another life…
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Happy Monday My Lovelies 😊! Or happy Presidents Day if you prefer 😁. I’m finally starting to feel like the cloud of my beautiful girl’s death is starting to lift. When I start sleeping better without any help (melatonin or trazadone if it’s really bad 😳), I’ll know I’m good.
Speaking of sleeping, my dreams are ratcheting up in intensity again 🙄. Lately, I struggle to remember what the hell is going on in them, so I’ve been trying to hold on to small segments to see if I can parse out what my sleeping brain is trying to tell my waking brain 😜.
One thing I have discovered is that when my ex comes up in conversation, I am more than likely going to dream about him. Before I had my Apple appointment, he popped into my dream to convince me that I was making the wrong choice in new computers. When I awoke after that particularly annoying dream, I realized that he is manifesting as my self-doubt because he caused so much of it that last year of marriage, especially in the end. See I do learn from my dreams 😁! Now I just have to learn how to counteract it 🤔.
Unfortunately, he popped up again, but this was a little stranger. All I remember was he and other people were supposed to be helping me clean my empty house (He was present because I accidentally invoked his name while I was awake 🤦♀️). I had asked if someone in the group would clean the wood floor – vacuum/sweep and mop, while I took care of something else (weirdly I think it was a puppy that kept morphing between puppy and baby– not digging into that 😬). Every time I entered the room, nothing was done. Dust bunnies were floating across the floor, I could see dog nose prints, etc. I just got angrier and angrier! If I had to decipher this dream, I guess that some part of me feels that I have to do everything by myself.
Whoo boy I’m on a roll with all this self-reflection 😆!
The last nugget of a dream that I really can’t figure out had to do with a young mom and her baby (I’d say less than 6 months old?). She desperately needed help and I was going to take her to my boyfriend’s, who happened to be John Cusack (I’ve had a crush on him since forever 😍), but she needed to rest first. So switch (think dream sequence change ala Wayne and Garth) to her lying on the floor next to me while I lean against an ottoman, snuggling the baby so that both can sleep. That’s all I held onto from that dream visually. Emotionally, I realized that even in my dreams, holding a child still did not make me regret choosing a child free life. I was more than happy to help but fully recognized that the child was going back to his/her mom, and I was just fine with that 😊. And the only thing that truly bothered me about the dream was that I didn’t get to see John 🤪.
So that is just a taste of my non-waking world as of late. It’s funny, I have read about lucid dreaming (basic gist – how to control your dreams). But I suck at it because my dreams are like books – I’m always curious about the story.
Until next time My Lovelies 😘!