So I just arrived
home from my
year abroad in
Paris. I am warmly welcomed, and when we are sitting down at the table, my mother says something and I throw her a
nerf football across the table and it
accidentally knocks over the
knife block. The knives all fall out, and I ask if she's alright, hoping that she has only recieved
minor flesh wounds. I can't see what's going on because of the table in front of her. She says she's fine, not wanting me to worry, but then she stands up, and when I realize that there are a dozen
knives and forks sticking into her
abdomen,
blood dripping, she staggers over to the
sink to try to fix it. I feel very
guilty, so do not help her.
Then I wake up, with a nice dose of adrenaline getting my heart going.
I had a similar dream I don't remember how long ago, but with my dad being impaled instead of my mom. He made it through, and I didn't wake up, and it happened again. So he was impaled several times and told me to be careful with the football, especially around my mother.
I think the dream is about fear of causing my parents pain; I might do something wrong around them that will hurt them. I haven't seen them in a few months, and I will soon be going home. Thoughts of them are bubbling out of my subconscious because I know I will have to deal with them shortly.