A first time
QOTD: "To achieve the impossible dream, try going to sleep."
Last night I had a dream that I was the older brother of two. The younger was about four years old and I was maybe 16 or so. There was a situation where we were under shared custody of two mothers. The first was a very businesslike woman with the clean-cut skirt suits. Black hair, brown eyes, angular jaw. She was very busy all the time and didn't spend much time with us, but what time she gave us was all ours. And we'd do flawlessly photogenic things like go to the park or zoo on a perfect sunny day. The time was very memorable. I remember her having a stroller, so maybe there was a child from another marriage/relationship. She smiled a lot when she was with us. The other mother was less business-wound. She was at home much more and we saw her a lot. She had long, wavy brown hair that had a tinge of red. She dressed much more casually. Bright colored shirts and khaki colored pants. And though she was around a lot, the time wasn't as personal and not as thrilling. They both had their merits. At some point in the dream, the younger brother was off somewhere (to bed, maybe?) and I had approached the two mothers, who were arguing with each other about something regarding us. I entered the conversation (the content is totally lost to me now) and ultimately became very, very upset and started sobbing absolutely uncontrollably. I cried so hard in the dream that it woke me up. I've never had that happen before.
Last night I had a dream that I was the older brother of two. The younger was about four years old and I was maybe 16 or so. There was a situation where we were under shared custody of two mothers. The first was a very businesslike woman with the clean-cut skirt suits. Black hair, brown eyes, angular jaw. She was very busy all the time and didn't spend much time with us, but what time she gave us was all ours. And we'd do flawlessly photogenic things like go to the park or zoo on a perfect sunny day. The time was very memorable. I remember her having a stroller, so maybe there was a child from another marriage/relationship. She smiled a lot when she was with us. The other mother was less business-wound. She was at home much more and we saw her a lot. She had long, wavy brown hair that had a tinge of red. She dressed much more casually. Bright colored shirts and khaki colored pants. And though she was around a lot, the time wasn't as personal and not as thrilling. They both had their merits. At some point in the dream, the younger brother was off somewhere (to bed, maybe?) and I had approached the two mothers, who were arguing with each other about something regarding us. I entered the conversation (the content is totally lost to me now) and ultimately became very, very upset and started sobbing absolutely uncontrollably. I cried so hard in the dream that it woke me up. I've never had that happen before.