Can anybody be help decipher what this could mean?
Ok, first, I know that dreams and visions are personal and are best interpreted by those who had them, but this is just throwing me for a loop.
I dreamed my late father visited me last night. The setting started off in his house, but then kept morphing in to various places we lived in my childhood. The conversation started with our usual bad taste humor jokes… I asked him how it was being dead, and he replied it wasn’t much, but it was a living.
At some point the conversation turned, and I asked if he knew when I was a child that I suffered cognitive impairment, and if so why they never had me tested. He looked very embarrassed and finally answered that they were young and totally unprepared to have a kid, and as such I was “disposable”…that early on they just didn’t care that much about me and it was easier just to shuffle me around (I spend a few of my childhood years living with my grandparents, moving between their houses).
He then said goodbye, and it felt like the last time I was going to see him. I woke up crying and screaming, half from what he’d said and half from him leaving me again.
I then woke up again, and realized that that was just another part of the dream. But in the dark I could see a cherub sitting in the bed beside me, alabaster like statue, and it scared the hell out of me. I wouldn’t/couldn’t turn away for fear it would come at me like a weeping angel. Without looking away, I ordered Alexa to turn the light on…no response. I did so again, and the light came on, but the cherub had vanished.
Now, the dream could just be a dream playing on my inferiority complex, and the cherub could just have been a trick of shadows in the very dim light at 2am. On the other hand it all felt very real.
I feel like I’m loosing my mind 🤪
I dreamed my late father visited me last night. The setting started off in his house, but then kept morphing in to various places we lived in my childhood. The conversation started with our usual bad taste humor jokes… I asked him how it was being dead, and he replied it wasn’t much, but it was a living.
At some point the conversation turned, and I asked if he knew when I was a child that I suffered cognitive impairment, and if so why they never had me tested. He looked very embarrassed and finally answered that they were young and totally unprepared to have a kid, and as such I was “disposable”…that early on they just didn’t care that much about me and it was easier just to shuffle me around (I spend a few of my childhood years living with my grandparents, moving between their houses).
He then said goodbye, and it felt like the last time I was going to see him. I woke up crying and screaming, half from what he’d said and half from him leaving me again.
I then woke up again, and realized that that was just another part of the dream. But in the dark I could see a cherub sitting in the bed beside me, alabaster like statue, and it scared the hell out of me. I wouldn’t/couldn’t turn away for fear it would come at me like a weeping angel. Without looking away, I ordered Alexa to turn the light on…no response. I did so again, and the light came on, but the cherub had vanished.
Now, the dream could just be a dream playing on my inferiority complex, and the cherub could just have been a trick of shadows in the very dim light at 2am. On the other hand it all felt very real.
I feel like I’m loosing my mind 🤪
