So the last three nights I've had the weirdest dreams of my life... or so it feels. Last night I dreamt that my brother encouraged me to start dating one of his friends from high school, who I was never really all that attracted to. It was awkward and the crowning jewel of the dream was when my mother compared me to her last husband... the one she refers to as "the biggest mistake of my life". wow. At least even in the land of dreams I had the sense to be hurt and pissed at her for the comment.
Then the night before I have an exceedingly creepy dream in which I'm fooling around with my mother's boyfriend behind her back. Yeah, she starts to suspect something and just before she accuses me of something I run away to.. well god knows where and she sends a creepy leprechaun to chase me down and kill me. At which point I sudden decide I'm Irish catholic and start wondering if I'm going to go to hell. Jesus.
And then the night before that, I dream that my maternal grandparents are a pair of child molesting kidnappers. What the hell?
In the first place, my mother's boyfriend is no catch in my eyes. He's an arrogant fuckwit who thinks the world revolves around him and treats her like crap. I believe she could do much better and would not romantically touch him with a 35 foot pole. I'm seriously disturbed about this... but seeing as how all of these dreams have something to do with my mother, I'm moderately concerned as to what they mean. Hmmmm
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