Dreams Imitate Life

Here is a perfect example of how our lives integrate themselves into our dreams.

Lately, during the past week, there has been some conflict in my house. Because it's now in the past I won't go into details.

Now, my dream went as follows:

My husband, left to go on errands he "couldn't" let wait. So I remained home. A young (what seemed to be a) German lad came over to pick up some parcels that had been left in my driveway...I assume my husband was holding them for him. I didn't know this, but he assured me the parcels were his, and proceeded to examine the boxes. I left him to his task. At that time two men came up the driveway and proceeded to my porch where what looked like various items were for sale (i.e. plastic patio furniture, and whatnot). They asked me how much everything was, and having no idea these things were there, nor for sale, I told them I didn't know. This is the time when I'm anxiously searching around trying to find my husband. While these men are still looking at the items on the porch, my husband's friend came over with a friend of his looking for Adam, and items he has for him. I had no idea what he was talking about.

It was probably at this point in time that all of the men that were at my house came around me and started hounding me about the things they were at my house for. Now frantic, I'm looking around for my husband, while trying to argue my way out of the swarm of people surrounding me, trying to get away from them all.

This almost mimics exactly how I have been feeling this past week...that people are surrounding me, hollering and yelling at me, with no one there to defend me. My husband chose to remain neutral (which felt like total abandonment on my end). I was trying to fight my way through this swarm of people giving me crap for things I didn't do. So it seems natural that my dreams would reflect how I am feeling internally. Being attacked from all angles and an absent husband. Never underestimate dreams...while sometimes dreams are just dreams, sometimes they reveal underlying (and no so underlying) feelings that are not allowed to be surfaced.





Ma’iingan