I'm afraid I'm going to know the truth
My dream last night was about my father (deceased) having to dig up garbage he had buried too deep in the backyard too close to "the line". I was in the kitchen with a yellow and white tile floor and my mother (deceased). There was a small girl in the living room on a couch and I spoke to her but could not hear the name I called her. I think she could have been "mini me"! My mother spills food on the floor and I'm cleaning it up when the house begins to tip and I slid into the cabinet. My mother looks out the window and says "He blew it"...meaning my father. I yell to the small girl to hold on, that it will be okay. My mother recently died of dementia and I was her sole caretaker...even though I have four sisters and a daughter. I retired to care for her. My father died 24 years ago...he was an alcoholic and my parents fought horribly during my childhood and beyond. When I was 3 I asked my mother who the man was that came for dinner. It was my father. I have an appointment to see a psychologist in a month and maybe lay some of these monsters to rest. And they are monsters that have followed me my whole life. This was just the dream last night!!
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