Hmm, my dreams. I don't really remember my dreams, and if I do, they're extremely, extremely weird and don't make any sense. Like last night, I had a dream that I was part of the Sex and the City people, and we had to cross the Alantic Ocean, without any boats or anything, and save babies...Yeah, I don't really get it either. Most of my dreams involve the people I'm closest to, or the people I talked to right before I went to bed.
I had a dream when I was little, and I've never forgotten it...I don't think I've told many people about it because I think it kinda symbolizes my relationship with my dad. Heres what happened: It was me, my sisters, my dad, and my step mom. We were going on a road trip, I don't know where we were going, but we were excited. We were in the middle of no where, it was just road, and trees, no other cars, just us. It wasn't scary, it was a beautiful day. Well, we had to stop for the night and rest. We just pulled over on the side of the road, like I said, there was nothing around us. For some reason, my sister Kristen and I slept outside of the van. The next thing I remember was waking up, (in the dream) and seeing my family drive off, without me. I ran after them, as fast as I could, but they didn't stop, and I couldn't catch them. I stopped in the middle of the road, fell to my knees and cried. I woke up, crying.
I guess I've always thought that that dream was my dad, abandoning me. I felt like thats what he was doing when I was little, so I always used that to explain the dream.
Thats really all I have to say about my dreams. They're just dreams that don't make sense, besides that one, I've never had any that mean a lot.
Thanks for reading!
-Emily.
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