My therapist told me to start recording my dreams because he believes my subconscious is telling how to fix my problems and focusing on things that are really bothering me. (I told him about the dream concerning my dad a couple days ago and this is where he said, “start writing them down. Because (I know you don’t start a sentence with “because any more, but whatever) I’m interested I am going to.)
Last night’s dream is titled “Ya’ll, Don’t Fight”. It went a little like this:
There were two groups of people: teenagers and cops/adults. I was first at a camp working with these teenagers so I had earned their friendship. The leader of the group was a guy named Brandon (funny enough my co-worker’s boyfriend Brandon whom I’ve never met). They were a rough group of teenagers and were always looked down upon by the cops/adults. I understood them and knew that they just needed attention and a listening ear. At one point it became a little “West Side Story” with the teenagers being the Jets and the cops/adults being the Sharks. They all wanted to brawl, but I stepped in and talked to the groups first. I said that the teenagers were just wanting to be heard and understood while the adults just wanted to be respected. Once each group realized the others need the fighting stopped and they went on with their lives. The last part of my dream was I became a nanny for a family with a little boy. It’s like after I saved the day, I went to their house really early in the morning to start taking care this family.
Dreams are so weird. I wish I could remember what my dream was about the night before, but it seems to be happening more often. I dream EVERY SINGLE NIGHT, which means I don’t sleep well. Suck.
