I had this dream today. I was the same age as now (18) and my mother died of cancer. I don’t know why but my father wasn’t there. He might have died also before the dream was set. The people at the hospital blamed me for my mother’s death. Said that my lifestyle brought the devil on us and that my mother died from him. The whole ‘sex, drugs and alcohol’ curse.
Then I went skiing. Don’t know why. I can’t ski for shit. But I went skiing and I was on a course when another person bumped into me. I went flying to the side over the safe zone. You know the part where they put up a plastic, orange coloured fence to stop you from skiing into the dangerous parts of a slope. Yeh, so I flow over that and started to slide down this really steep slope. The slope started to level out and I thought, “Sweet, just need to climb back up. No biggie” but then a ground went away. It was a cliff and I started to fall.
The whole time though out this dream, I had a voice in the background talking about me. Like a documentary or a news broad cast. How my body has not been found, how I was blamed for my mothers death, things like that.
I woke up just before I hit the ground.
This dream wasn’t scary; I didn’t wake up terrified or any other such thing. I just woke up with this feeling under my rib. Round about where the diaphragm is. It’s the feeling you get when you know something is wrong. And I can’t get that feeling to go away. So now I can’t sleep. I have 7 hours to wait before I can do anything.
I wanted to call my boyfriend. But just incase I sent him a text; if he’s up then I can chat to him. He hasn’t texted back so he’s probably sleeping. I want to talk to him so much but I can’t find it in me to wake him up. So here I sit, looking at my phone every few mins, hoping for the text that won’t come till morning.
