Dream
I had a dream this morning that I was a girl, maybe in my early teens, and definitely of some kind of vague Hispanic descent. I got the impression that all of the words spoken in the dream were spoken in Spanish, though I understood them just fine.
In the dream, my parents had divorced. It was a situation where I got to choose which parent I lived with, and it was pretty clear that my dad didn't want me, so I was going to live with my mom. ...but then I discovered that she had done some pretty shady and manipulative things in order to sway me toward wanting to choose her, and I was pretty angry about it.
There was a scene where I was fighting her in a field, and at the end of this scene she and I had both turned into either ostriches or coyotes - or maybe a cross of the two? The visuals were a little vague. She and I fought until we had both expended all of our energy and all we could do was lay on the grass, breathing and heaving and glaring angrily at each other. And through gasps of breath, my mother told me that she believed that she she had done was right and that she didn't regret it at all, even if it had turned out this way, and even if it meant that she was going to spend the next chunk of her life very alone. I didn't respond, I just continued to stare, angry, at her. The next two and a half days passed in fast motion - behind her I watched the sun set and rise again. And then the fast-motion stopped when she suddenly vomited and then tried to eat the vomit back up off of the ground.
Which made a lot more sense when you remember that she was some kind of coyote ostrich at the time.
I left her there and went back to my father's house. I was human again at that point, but he didn't recognize me in the dim light and attacked me, threatening me with a knife. It felt like one of the bad jokes from Family Guy where they're making fun of how ugly Meg is. I told him that it was me, and he let me go. I went to my room (apparently I was a fan of My Little Pony, judging by how it was decorated) and I cried.
In the dream, my parents had divorced. It was a situation where I got to choose which parent I lived with, and it was pretty clear that my dad didn't want me, so I was going to live with my mom. ...but then I discovered that she had done some pretty shady and manipulative things in order to sway me toward wanting to choose her, and I was pretty angry about it.
There was a scene where I was fighting her in a field, and at the end of this scene she and I had both turned into either ostriches or coyotes - or maybe a cross of the two? The visuals were a little vague. She and I fought until we had both expended all of our energy and all we could do was lay on the grass, breathing and heaving and glaring angrily at each other. And through gasps of breath, my mother told me that she believed that she she had done was right and that she didn't regret it at all, even if it had turned out this way, and even if it meant that she was going to spend the next chunk of her life very alone. I didn't respond, I just continued to stare, angry, at her. The next two and a half days passed in fast motion - behind her I watched the sun set and rise again. And then the fast-motion stopped when she suddenly vomited and then tried to eat the vomit back up off of the ground.
Which made a lot more sense when you remember that she was some kind of coyote ostrich at the time.
I left her there and went back to my father's house. I was human again at that point, but he didn't recognize me in the dim light and attacked me, threatening me with a knife. It felt like one of the bad jokes from Family Guy where they're making fun of how ugly Meg is. I told him that it was me, and he let me go. I went to my room (apparently I was a fan of My Little Pony, judging by how it was decorated) and I cried.