This is by far the weirdest dreams I've ever had it my entire 24 years of life on this earth. I dreamt that there was a new basketball team being created with women on it, and Nicki Minaj was one of the members. I also dreamt that I was in a car or walking outside explaining how someone could get to another person.
The part that really spooked me was when I was supposedly going to the hospital to give birth and my friend I think passion or someone one named my son Christopher Joseph or something like that. I was in a classroom trying to lotion up with some type of chocolate?
I'm not sure if my dream gave me the connection or starting point of all my problems, but I think I have an idea of where all of my problems originated. Something had to happen to me when I was a little girl. The only men I can remember that was around me when I was a little girl was uncle L, my father J, & brother R. So out of the 3, one of them must of done something to me for me to be sexually active or matured as fast as I did.
I was raped by one of them. The funny thing is, the only one that is dead out of the 3 is father J, and I was talking to him like he was alive. He was raping me in my dreams, but I also remember that he didn't look like father J in my dream. He looked like uncle L. Then I was asking him why did he fake his death, leaving my mother sad like that. I also blamed him for the reason I turned out the way I did. And how my mother was trying to avoid me going down the same road as she did. He said he was sorry.
I told him how come I can only see and hear him? Is it because I'm dead too or I can just talk to dead people? I also told him that I was going to tell mom about him. Which I did. She didn't believe me at first. I think I was talking to him through ironing boards. I also was scared that if I told my mom about him and what he did, he would haunt me and her or do something bad to us. But he didn't.
When I first started talking to him, I went outside. It was very quiet in a very nice neighborhood. As the conversation progressed, it started to get loud. People started coming out of every direction. I went inside the building and people were standing every where. Then I just woke up.
My interpretation of the dead relative part of my dream:
There are several ways I can interpret this dream, but I'm going to start by saying maybe I didn't deal with father J's death right away or in the right way for that matter. Maybe my grief materialized in the future. Maybe that could be the reason why I started acting out. Also, maybe I was molested by someone in the family, and felt betrayed, so that's why I felt that I wasn't loved because no one came to my rescue or to my aid when I was being molested. Which also could be what shaped my relationships with guys and women and my early sexual maturation.
it could also be that since I decided to seek counseling for my self diagnosed depression, and specified the criteria for a professional who specializes in my situation, it's funny that this comes up. it could be a clue to how everything began. It also suggests that maybe God/higher self/soul/divine self & me are my own best counselors, and that I can and will get through whatever it is I'm going through. If I am correct, then this is the starting point to a very speedy self recovery.
I will continue to try to uncover the hidden past of my childhood, through my dreams with the help of my guides and angels. I will continue to get down to the bottom of my problems, and of course pull it out from the roots. I will overcome my burdens, and I will overcome whatever it is that has been plaguing me for most of my life.
The part that really spooked me was when I was supposedly going to the hospital to give birth and my friend I think passion or someone one named my son Christopher Joseph or something like that. I was in a classroom trying to lotion up with some type of chocolate?
I'm not sure if my dream gave me the connection or starting point of all my problems, but I think I have an idea of where all of my problems originated. Something had to happen to me when I was a little girl. The only men I can remember that was around me when I was a little girl was uncle L, my father J, & brother R. So out of the 3, one of them must of done something to me for me to be sexually active or matured as fast as I did.
I was raped by one of them. The funny thing is, the only one that is dead out of the 3 is father J, and I was talking to him like he was alive. He was raping me in my dreams, but I also remember that he didn't look like father J in my dream. He looked like uncle L. Then I was asking him why did he fake his death, leaving my mother sad like that. I also blamed him for the reason I turned out the way I did. And how my mother was trying to avoid me going down the same road as she did. He said he was sorry.
I told him how come I can only see and hear him? Is it because I'm dead too or I can just talk to dead people? I also told him that I was going to tell mom about him. Which I did. She didn't believe me at first. I think I was talking to him through ironing boards. I also was scared that if I told my mom about him and what he did, he would haunt me and her or do something bad to us. But he didn't.
When I first started talking to him, I went outside. It was very quiet in a very nice neighborhood. As the conversation progressed, it started to get loud. People started coming out of every direction. I went inside the building and people were standing every where. Then I just woke up.
My interpretation of the dead relative part of my dream:
There are several ways I can interpret this dream, but I'm going to start by saying maybe I didn't deal with father J's death right away or in the right way for that matter. Maybe my grief materialized in the future. Maybe that could be the reason why I started acting out. Also, maybe I was molested by someone in the family, and felt betrayed, so that's why I felt that I wasn't loved because no one came to my rescue or to my aid when I was being molested. Which also could be what shaped my relationships with guys and women and my early sexual maturation.
it could also be that since I decided to seek counseling for my self diagnosed depression, and specified the criteria for a professional who specializes in my situation, it's funny that this comes up. it could be a clue to how everything began. It also suggests that maybe God/higher self/soul/divine self & me are my own best counselors, and that I can and will get through whatever it is I'm going through. If I am correct, then this is the starting point to a very speedy self recovery.
I will continue to try to uncover the hidden past of my childhood, through my dreams with the help of my guides and angels. I will continue to get down to the bottom of my problems, and of course pull it out from the roots. I will overcome my burdens, and I will overcome whatever it is that has been plaguing me for most of my life.
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