Today I had another dream about family.
I was in a beautiful house, made of wood and very spacious, like a country house, and a family meeting was taking place with other people I didn't know, but they did. I stayed with my cousins and then they called everyone to make pizza.
Everything was fine until my uncle started making jokes to me that I didn't like. I tried to smile and stay quiet like I always do, but my father started "playing" with me like that.
I don't remember the jokes exactly, but it had to do with me not liking spending time with them and them taking the materials to make the pizza from me, just to annoy them. Until my mother showed up and "joined" the game.
(My mother is extremely closed off, it's rare to see her being herself in front of me. So I knew she wasn't joking.)
So I turned to them and said I didn't like them anyway. I spoke very naturally.
EVERYONE stopped making pizzas and looked at me. I swore I was going to die, but then my mother left and I followed her.
She had said something to me before, but I don't really remember, I just remember holding her arms while she looked at me, frozen with fear.
I kept repeating that I knew she didn't like me, and that it was okay, that it was normal.
My grandmother appeared, passing through the same door as us, asking what had happened, I told her to please leave and she did so with a look of disgust.
I turned my attention to my mother and continued repeating. "I know you don't like me, and that's okay." until I wake up.
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