Sunday, February 12, 2017

I call bulls**t

Just woke up from quite an emotional dream. Apparently, we still had belongings to gather from our house - he was decked out - new clothes, new shoes. Someone (faceless but with a voice ) commented on how painful this was and he immediately stated that he had suffered tremendously. I remained silent. The voice went on about how this process was going to go - we supposedly had written something that was to be read aloud at an upcoming proceeding. He started to say something about how his first ring that he treasured was me and that he had been in agony over losing it. I glared at him and he said something about how that was cruel to say. I finally responded with "you haven't suffered at all - you went directly from your wife to a girlfriend " He protested over how much agony he went through and I saw a little glimmer of a smile. That's when I launched myself at him - now I could feel someone restraining me and I yelled, "I call bulls**t!" He continued to list all the ways that he had suffered and I woke up to the sound of me yelling,  " I never ever want to see you again in my entire life!" My heart is still pounding and I am afraid to go back to sleep because I don't want to be trapped back in that dream,  in that confrontation,  since my brain replays scenes over and over again like the movie Groundhog Day until I supposedly reach some conclusion. I still call bulls**t.

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