11-13-2018, 06:59 AM
Had a dream I can actually remember. Of course, it was a nightmare.
Plane crash dreams are a recurring theme for me - symbolizing my fear of not being in control.
Was in a "safe" state-of-the-art jet with family. It's a dream plane, so it doesn't resemble anything that exists. I remember feeling happy about how smooth and safe the flight was, and we were approaching the time to land. That's when, out-of-nowhere (which is what always happens in these dreams), the plane plummets straight down, my stomach in my throat, and impending doom awaits.
I "wake up" in dream alive and fine. Lots of others are fine, but then a family member I love and respect says, "Now you will cry." One-by-one, family shows up. "He's" fine, "she's" fine, and then my son shows up, and he's missing a limb.
My face contorts into a silent scream - the kind of deep, guttural grief that is so intense you can't breathe, and no sound escapes you...
End of dream.
I think it represents my fear that though things seem like they're going to be alright, they won't, and there's nothing I can do about it - and I fear my son will end up hurt because of it.
This is clearly FRM at work, all related to my goal of "being a better parent," which is something immediately more necessary for my son. I haven't handled his 4-year-old energy or tendencies well, or with empathy and compassion, like I should. I noticed the way I treat his sister is night-and-day from how I treat him - and that's bullshit. So I'm workin' on it.
Plane crash dreams are a recurring theme for me - symbolizing my fear of not being in control.
Was in a "safe" state-of-the-art jet with family. It's a dream plane, so it doesn't resemble anything that exists. I remember feeling happy about how smooth and safe the flight was, and we were approaching the time to land. That's when, out-of-nowhere (which is what always happens in these dreams), the plane plummets straight down, my stomach in my throat, and impending doom awaits.
I "wake up" in dream alive and fine. Lots of others are fine, but then a family member I love and respect says, "Now you will cry." One-by-one, family shows up. "He's" fine, "she's" fine, and then my son shows up, and he's missing a limb.
My face contorts into a silent scream - the kind of deep, guttural grief that is so intense you can't breathe, and no sound escapes you...
End of dream.
I think it represents my fear that though things seem like they're going to be alright, they won't, and there's nothing I can do about it - and I fear my son will end up hurt because of it.
This is clearly FRM at work, all related to my goal of "being a better parent," which is something immediately more necessary for my son. I haven't handled his 4-year-old energy or tendencies well, or with empathy and compassion, like I should. I noticed the way I treat his sister is night-and-day from how I treat him - and that's bullshit. So I'm workin' on it.
