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I have started packing.
I move in 20 days, that is still lots of time but i like to keep on top of it. When i first started packing i took my dream catcher down, that was a few weeks ago, and then i started having alot of difficulty sleeping. I had night mares, the same ones i had after my dad passed away where i was angry at my mom, for not taking my dad to the hospital, and then there were nightmares where their roles were reversed and my mom was the one who had died. They were very upsetting and i just stopped sleeping all together pretty much.
Then i put my dream catcher back up a few days ago, and ive begun to sleep easier. its probably all in my head, but oh well.
Last night i had a dream. it was kind of a nightmare, just very odd. I dreamed i was back at my public school CMPS, and my class had went on a trip and we had gotten back and we were sorting out clothes and someone stole all our clothes. And i found out who it was and i needed to find out where they were hidden, it was all very weird. but the point is my dad was still alive, but in my dream he got sick. he was very very close to death and i was able to give him a hug and tell him i loved him and tell him good bye.
and this morning when i woke up... i feel... more at peace with it. but still very sad and empty. because i think ive finally let go.
I move in 20 days, that is still lots of time but i like to keep on top of it. When i first started packing i took my dream catcher down, that was a few weeks ago, and then i started having alot of difficulty sleeping. I had night mares, the same ones i had after my dad passed away where i was angry at my mom, for not taking my dad to the hospital, and then there were nightmares where their roles were reversed and my mom was the one who had died. They were very upsetting and i just stopped sleeping all together pretty much.
Then i put my dream catcher back up a few days ago, and ive begun to sleep easier. its probably all in my head, but oh well.
Last night i had a dream. it was kind of a nightmare, just very odd. I dreamed i was back at my public school CMPS, and my class had went on a trip and we had gotten back and we were sorting out clothes and someone stole all our clothes. And i found out who it was and i needed to find out where they were hidden, it was all very weird. but the point is my dad was still alive, but in my dream he got sick. he was very very close to death and i was able to give him a hug and tell him i loved him and tell him good bye.
and this morning when i woke up... i feel... more at peace with it. but still very sad and empty. because i think ive finally let go.