I think dreams have some meaning to us. I haven't quite figured it out. The dreams I have that I remember when I wake up usually involve being back in the Borg. I'll be sitting at a meeting and light up a cig, and watch everyone turn and look at me in horror...LOL. I wake up feeling really good about things and laugh over the way I was able to put fear in their faces.
Tink has had some very wild dreams. About 2 years after her fathers suicide, she was very distrought and stricken with many emotions, the formost one being guilt. She was having, what we came to understand as "night terrors", that involved her father not being dead or coming back with decaying flesh coming off his face and barking orders at her do do this or that. She went through this for almost 2 years. Around this time, I had gotten in contact with Survivors of Suicide and both Tink and I began to attend their group discussions. The person in charge of the Survivor meetings had invited Tink and one other person to participate in a panel discussion in front of about thirty people who were new to counseling potential suicides and those who had recent ones take their own lives within there family. She participated in the panel discussion. It was the most heart wrenching thing I ever watched. Both Tink and the other person completely opened up and told their whole story to this panel. Afterwards she was physically and mentally drained and barely spoke a word for the 2 hour ride back home to where we lived.
That night she had a dream. The following morning she told me what she had dreamed. Her face was as white as the sheets on our bed as she told me. She said that she spoke with her father last night. I said "what?". She said that her father came into the room and sat down in a chair and asked her to sit in his lap. She did, and he proceeded to tell her how sorry he was for the way he treated her during childhood. He said that had he known how much his suicide would hurt her, that he would never have done such a thing. He told her that he loved her very much and was always proud of her, even though he never mentioned it to her while he was living. They laughed and cried together for what she said felt like was hours. When she woke up, she felt as though a large weight had been taken from her. She said that she really talked with her father, at least it was real enough for her to believe she actually had talked to him. From that day forward she had begun to heal and look at his suicide in a different light.
I feel that God (or some supreme being responsible for all life) provides ways for us to cope and get through devistating times in our lives. I haven't had personal experiences with such dreams, but have listened to many that Tink has had since that dream of her father. She has had dreams of her mother as well, with similar benifits of feeling better about things after.
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