Why do I dream of him?
I am new to this site, as well as with sharing my dreams. I usually keep them to myself, so please bear with me if sone of this seems jibber jabberish.
For the past several months I have dreamed of my ex husband. There were about three months that I had this reoccuring dream, nearly every night.
I would dream that I was attending his funeral, but it was strange in that his cod was unknown, and that his funeral was held in an old raggedy funeral home (holes in the floor, walls, ceiling) that I have never seen. And mostly that his family were very welcoming in my being there, & truth of the matter is, in reality they wouldn't be. I shrugged this dream off as my subconscious burying our relationship, & my closing the book on this chapter if my life, but then as time went on, this dream evolved. It went to me feeling guilty about something as I sat through the services to eventually I knew his cod, but couldn't remember it. Then finally one night I dreamed that eeryobe was at this same old funeral home, about to have a service for him, but there were no remains. Suddenly I was outside myself watching, as my current husband walked in and towards me I burst out into tears, and ran outside. He followed me and I followed us. I begged him to tell me rather or not he had killed my ex. Finally he admitted that he had. I then began pleading with him to tell me where his remains were because his family needed closure & it was unfair to deprive them of this basic right & him of a proper burial. After having this version of the dream for three or four nights in a row, it ceased. This has troubled me because my husband is far from capable of murder, & actually is on pretty decent terms with my ex.
Now days, the dream is very different, but still as troubling. I now dream that my ex and I are back together, & happy. We are alone together driving down an old familiar highway, that we often did travel when we were together, but it's different. Like it's stretched somehow. & we come to this restaurant that isn't there. We stop, and eat, and upon leaving notice an old metal building near by. My ex, being the wandering spirit that he actually is, always mosies over to the building, with me reluctantly on his heels. Inside we find a lady, very unfamiliar & strange for me, and several cages, housing what seems to be baby bears. The lady explains that she is nursing these bears to health & rerelease. We look at all the animals & discuss how beautiful they are. We leave and return to the truck. He starts the truck, rolls down the window & is in the process of lighting a cigarette when a huge brown bear sticks it's paw through the window and begins to claw at him, eventually cutting his throat, & before he actually dies, I wake up.
& just to throw this in, I have noticed that the colors brown and green are both very common in all these dreams.
Ive had very vivid dreams for as long as I can remember, and can usually make sense of them, or at least put them out of my mind, & they stop. I can't make sense of these dream, or why I am dreaming of him. Any interpretations or help would be greatly appreciated & considered very openly, because I'm quite desperate for them to stop.
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