[xiuxiu]

I was just taking a nap and my T showed up in my dream. She never has before (I've been going for maybe three months now), so I figure it's about time. Anyway, I was in the kitchen of my dad's house. I moved out almost a year ago and now live with my mother. They have been divorced for several years. She was there too, as well as my T. They were all eating dinner. It all looked like it did when I was a child, except I was my current age. I think I was supposed to be having a session with my T, at my dad's house for whatever reason, but she was talking to my dad instead. I kept trying to get their attention, but nobody seemed to notice I was even there. I wasn't in the kitchen, but in the family room watching.

After that I was in my room, still at my dad's house. I realized that there were rashes all over my arms. They were dark and blood red, like the color of a third degree burn, but in the shape of giant hives. I was shocked and wondered what it was. My mother walked into the room as I was looking at my arms. I showed them to her and asked where it could have come from. She took my arm to look, but she didn't react to it.

Before she could say anything the scenery changed. Usually the scenery changes in a dream and you're unaware of it as if nothing is out of the ordinary. In this dream I was aware, as if I had teleported. I was in a mall and I was wondering how I got there. There weren't many people there, so I walked around until I found the door to leave. I found myself on a long stretch of country road. I was totally alone at first, until a bunch of people came out of nowhere. They were all staring at me as we walked past each other. It seemed like they knew I was from someplace else or didn't belong there. I felt like I had time traveled to the past because they were dressed in old farm clothing.

[MusicMike]

The first step in dream analysis is to get your personal associations to these images. What do these various elements of the dream make you think of?

For instance, what does being at your Dad's house feel like? How about your Mom's house? How would you describe and contrast the personalities of your Mom and Dad?

What do these rashes on your arm make you think of that may have happened in real-life? In the dream, did they hurt? Have you ever encountered anything like that in real-life? Did you have any sense in the dream that having these rashes would affect how you are able to use your arms?

How do you feel about being in malls? What is being on a country road like? Have you been on one before?

One pattern that is evident in this dream is that people are ignoring you or not reacting to you. It may be that internally you feel disconnected from yourself or somewhat dissociated from your core feelings.

Mike

[xiuxiu]

Being at my dad's house feels pretty terrible. His living conditions are pretty much hoarder status since my mother left. When I was a kid I was fine living there, although he was abusive. It was like a love/hate relationship. Now I don't really speak to him or care to. I am okay being at my mother's house, but she is never here and I feel totally ignored. My mother likes to pretend that any problem of hers or mine does not exist. She does not understand my mental health problems whatsoever. She is cold towards me. My dad likes to ignore his problems too, but he is warm towards me.

I have not had rashes like that in real life, at least not to that degree. They didn't hurt or itch at all. I did have constant eczema as a child in elementary school, which was pretty distressing to me. In the dream I would still have been able to use my arms, but I immediately felt self-conscious about it. I thought, well great, now I have to go to therapy with this.

I don't particularly like being at malls and I have never been on a country road like that.

I did have problems dissociating and feeling depersonalized constantly until I was put on mood stabilizers. Now everything is hitting me like a ton of bricks. I've been crying every night, and quite frankly am downright depressed.

I went back to sleep after I posted the thread, and I had a dream where I was riding a bike to therapy. Maybe this has to do with me having to drive a rental car for the past three weeks. I got into a pretty bad accident and my car was totaled. My mother was driving her car alongside mine. She kept going in the wrong direction, and for some reason I was preoccupied with her driving with me as I was on my bike. I do not ride a bike in waking life, nor have I ever. I do know how to ride one though, I taught myself when I was a child. Anyway, since she couldn't get the directions right I ended up being late. I frantically tried to call the office to let my T know that I would be missing the session, but I couldn't find the number. I was really mad and slapped my mother, it was weird. I haven't been physically abusive to her in waking life.

I found myself at my dad's doorstep. It was nighttime, and I didn't realize the scenery had changed. I saw my car parked outside his house. It started to rain heavily, but I didn't care and walked to my car. I was crying and stood there for a while before getting in.

That was a nightmare for me. I was so panicked and upset. I've had multiple dreams before where I miss therapy and am hysterically upset and crying. It's the biggest relief when I wake up.

Sorry for posting another dream!

[Thunder Bow]

Your Dream Complex has to do with your family and child hood. The Rash and all. Rain is cleansing Healing Tears and leaving it all behind, including the Therapist. It is now time to be out on your own, living your own life.