Last night was a night of pure unadulterated NYC girl fun with my tribe. When I tell you we have had a blast on my first no-drama trip I mean that even the hiccups were bonding experiences. I don’t know what I would do without these ladies. I can’t even tell you what time we went to bed. So I was shocked to wake up in a full-on panic this morning because I dreamt my husband had died.
It was such a vivid dream. The kind of dream that made me jump up and immediately run to the shower to meditate and wash all bad energy down the drain so it wouldn’t affect even one more second of my last day on this girl’s trip. The kind of dream where you wake up sweating, hyperventilating and there are actual tears on your face.
Trauma bonding is real y’all.
I won’t get into the details of the dream because it’s not important. The interpretation of my dream is. It was once I had my dream translated that I understood how symbolic and meaningful this dream was. I realized that this dream was positive….although it sure as shit didn’t feel like it at 7:30 this morning! Dreams rarely ever mean exactly what they seem to. Sigmund Freud said “Dreams are often most profound when they seem the most crazy.”.
My Dream Translated:
Dreams of a lover or spouse dying can indicate a shift in the dynamics of the relationship – that you are moving on to love them in a new way as either or both of you grow and change. Or it could be that your partner is also a symbol, and represents a new relationship with yourself.
To dream about death represents change. Your personality or life situation is transforming for better or worse. An area of your life has come to an end, an era is over, or roles are shifting.
I’d say that’s pretty damn accurate. This glowth spurt is all mental, emotional, and spiritual…and this morning as I sit on the deck of our AirBnB in Rockaway Beach watching the planes take off from JFK I am feeling quite good about me.
Question of the day:What does glowth look like to you?
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