i went back to bed cos it's cold and i'm miserable. i had a dream i was 15 and living back in our old house. we were having a yard sale but it was inside!! too many peope came and the food was old and mouldy, people were moaning. there were mice running everywhere and i was trying to catch them and put them in a cage, they kept getting out because the wire was too thin. my abuser turned up and i ran upstairs, my mum followed, i told her there was no way i was coming back down to help if he was there. she started yelling in front of all these people and calling me a liar and he never abused me, i was crying and it ended up mum and me were physically fighting. she started laughing and she hit me (she never used to hit me irl) i tried to get upstairs again but she was dragging me down and he walked in and she was trying to get me to apologise to him. i woke up and i feel shaky and sick. what do these dreams mean, is it my brain getting to deal with all the crap or what? dreams affect me and this one was bad as all the people from my village watched this going on. i hate dreams. they affect me for the rest of the day. i feel like i hate my mum even though it was a dream.
jin