I had a dream that I was having a meal with my family. I was arguing with my parents about something that it got really serious. I remember sitting in another location to avoid being close to them and then my sister yells across the room to check if I am okay. I remember trying not to cry and tenaciously gripping the table to keep myself calm and stable. It does not work and I end up bursting in terms and I wake up. I wake up with tears running down my cheeks and it’s 9:30 am. I go back to sleep and I hope to continue the dream and continue crying. For some reason, this dream felt liberating(?). I am not sure how to describe it but it was a positive and negative feeling. This was the first time I cried when waking up from a dream.
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