She moved around mostly in the dark. That was her preference. Not that she couldn’t go in the daylight. She just found it an intrusion. She’d always been the same, even as a child. Whilst others were afraid of the dark, she found strength in it. The ability to move around stealthily, without being noticed. Not that anyone at home noticed her anyway. So that is why she stays in the shadows. She stays in that dark.
Category: Dreams
Glimmers
Today I’ve been thinking about glimmers. Rather than dwelling on the negatives or the past, glimmers concentrate on the future. They’re the little moments of hope. Of how the future might be. I had a glimmer this week. It was of my kids futures. Of their successes. Of their achievements. They were enjoying a celebration. I’m not sure of what, but they were both there laughing and chatting. They had partners with them and there was a small child giggling. And I just stood watching. Smiling at their happiness . And all of a sudden I was filled with anger. … Continue reading “Glimmers”
Flown the nest
I dreamt my kids were still babies last night. But I knew they were grown adults and couldn’t figure out why they were here as babies again. I was trying to feeding them things they hated as a child but enjoy now.They wanted to do crafts and as always I didn’t want the glitter getting everywhere. One of my kids was suffering sores around their nappy line and I told them I was sorry and that I knew how uncomfortable that was as I too get sores around my HRT patches some days. We were throwing a party at my … Continue reading “Flown the nest”
I dreamt my kids were still babies
I dreamt my kids were still babies last night. But I knew they were grown adults and couldn’t figure out why they were here as babies again. I was trying to feed them things they hated as a child but enjoy now. They wanted to do crafts and as always I didn’t want the glitter getting everywhere. One of my kids was suffering sores around their nappy line and I told them I was sorry and that I knew how uncomfortable that was as I too get sores around my HRT patches some days. We were throwing a party at … Continue reading “I dreamt my kids were still babies”
It’s finally here
This week I’ve been having night terrors. The kind where you’re not sure if you’re asleep or awake. The first one followed a dream. A dream where I had to choose between shopping a good friend in for committing a murder that was completely out of character Vs letting someone I know to be of bad merit take the fall. I spent the whole dream conflicted. Over who deserved to serve. Then when I ‘woke’ I was alone. And I was scared. I knew I had to run, to get out. Something bad was coming. But the pain in my … Continue reading “It’s finally here”
A Dream of Clarity
Last nights dream has left my mood low, but equally has given me some clarity. The first part of the dream I had visited a seaside town I haven’t been to since I was much younger. All the routes I previously knew had changed due to building works and development. I found myself at a psychic and craft fair. I wondered round aimlessly finding very little of interest so returned to my car getting lost numerous times on route. When I arrived at the car my daughter was there. She wanted to see the fair herself. I walked half way … Continue reading “A Dream of Clarity”
The toilet dream
Last night’s dream was a little different to my usual anxiety dream. Usually in this dream, I’m hunting for a toilet and I’m bursting to go. I’m running up and down corridors of a building hunting for the ladies’ room. Up and down staircases getting more and more lost. Each room I come to has moulded floors, think similar to a very shallow version of a large hot tub. Lots of areas where pools can form and nye on impossible to keep clean. Some cubicles are showers or changing rooms, some have no dividers between each pan. But the worst … Continue reading “The toilet dream”
The girl in the cloth cap
I’ve always been known for strange dreams and this house is renowned for inducing them. Last night’s dream was no exception. I girl came to me. She was stick thin and cold. She wore a cotton summer smock with cloth cap. She said her name was Aileen, Eleanor or something similar. I asked her why she was in my bedroom and she told me she was lost. I wrapped her in my hoodie and sat with her on the spare bed. I only realised she had gone when another person walked into the room. They were searching for friends that … Continue reading “The girl in the cloth cap”