Queasy

[boxinmyhead]

Last night I dreamed that I was eating parts of my father's face. They were dry and tasted like bile.
Now I've been queasy all morning and can't get the images out of my head.
WTF does that mean??

Thank you, Subconscious. I really wanted that kind of dream to start out my morning.
Bleah.

Comments

[stardusted_lady]

My poor dear. *hugs* Do try to not dwell upon it.

[boxinmyhead]

*returns the hug a little shakily and nods* I'm trying. Thank you...

[stardusted_lady]

Perhaps now would be a good time to reread a favorite book?

[boxinmyhead]

*brightens* I bought a new one recently, actually...I'm only through the first chapter. That's a really good idea.

[3rd_endless]

For every dream that passes through the Gates of Ivory, a thousand thousand thousand pass through the Gates of Horn. Think instead of those things which you love about him, and which are balms in your times of hurt. You may need to be stern with yourself, but these reminders whenever the unwanted memories arise may in short order help you to skip the unwelcome image entirely and remember only what you loved.

((*hugs* Poor dear.))

[boxinmyhead]

*curls her knees against her chest* I...don't guess I get along with him all that well. I mean, I don't hate him or anything, we just don't relate. I'm having trouble thinking of something. Can I think about my brother, instead?

((*hugs* Thank you. I actually did have that dream, but it's not bothering me quite so much OOC. Still pretty gross, though. :-P))

[3rd_endless]

If that helps, certainly.

((You have my sympathy.))

[boxinmyhead]

*nods and smiles gratefully* Thank you. A lot.