When I sleep for a long time, I tend to remember my dreams. I’m not sure why that is. Anyhow, last night I got a good 9 hours sleep. I had three separate dreams, all with my Mom in them. (My Mom passed away almost three years ago). In each dream, my Mom came back home. She was still ill (I’m not sure if she was dying). The first dream, I remember her seeing my Dad with his new girlfriend. My Dad said to my Mom that he has no interest in being with my Mom anymore (that would never happen as he tells me that he’s still in love with my Mom). And, that he wants to be with his new lady. I then walk down the hall of childhood home and I see my Mom holding onto my Aunt and my Mom is sobbing. She was upset that my Dad didn’t want to be with her. The next one, I don’t quite remember it. The last one, same thing, my Mom was crying, so, I had enough and I went to my Dad in the kitchen. I was crying while screaming at him, telling him that he’s hurting Mom. He just smiled and said that he was sorry. I was screaming at him. In waking life, I’ve never been that upset. I turned to his girlfriend who had this multicolored, shiny scarf that was wrapped around her head (thing what women wore—think Audrey Hepburn). I was pleading to her to stay away and they’re hurting my Mom and all that she did was laugh at me. The more that I screamed at her, the harder she laughed (that bitch). So, I went to grab the scarf that was on her head, trying to pull it off. Still screaming (crying) my freakin’ head. ...Then I woke up, and I was crying and trying to catch my breath.
Therrapppy.
My Dad had been a dick and didn’t treat my Mom all that way at times. I’m still pissed at him and blame him for giving my Mom such grief over the years. I’m working on getting over that, though.