When I was a young woman, I was staying over at my late aunt's house and she woke me up because I was crying in my sleep. In the dream I was at an apartment like where I used to live and I had a garden. The landlady poisoned my garden for no apparent reason except it was her property and she could. I went for revenge and was walking toward her home with a container of gasoline in my hand. But I believe in karma, even in my dream I take it into consideration and I can't burn down her house. I sit down and cry in despair and that's when my aunt woke me up.
I always knew the dream was significant because the intensity of feeling didn't match up with what was happening in the dream. It seemed to foreshadow mental illness and loss of functioning. When I learned I'm dissociative I revisited the dream, concerned there might be a hidden persecutor poisoning me. I have little doubt there is, but I now realize the dream was about my mother.
The symbolism is significant because my mother is an expert horticulturalist. Everywhere we lived she planted gardens and dug fish ponds and always had a lot of houseplants. I was never so good with plants. My houseplants died and if I had a garden it was full of weeds. I thought I just wasn't good with plants.
A subtle sign of improving brain functioning is that I have houseplants and they're thriving. I realized the obvious- that if you pay attention and think about what they need then they live and grow. I made some mistakes and killed some plants but I can learn from what I did wrong. My favorites are mini sinningeas which are so cute and tiny they're potted in medicine cups and have flowers smaller than your thumbnail. My mom gave me a bunch of them and I put them in a terrarium and they're thriving.
That's my torment... we refer to it as Old System trauma. The day child who loves mini sinningeas from mom, and the night child who remembers how mom poisoned our garden. Destroyed our brain, though she did it unwittingly because she is just a child herself, an apparently normal person.
Back to the dream, I guess that's how it ends. We cannot burn down mother's house, it would destroy her. She knows I am mentally ill because of trauma and she is sorry, but she doesn't know. It's how she was raised, it is taboo to talk about your problems and her night children who remember are repressed and she avoids them. My mother is a child, an apparently normal person, the child-host is innocent and it hurts her to know guilt. I don't know if she even remembers that she kicked me out because of stepdad #2 and that's what I never forgave her for.
The night-children disagree want to burn down the house. They want to tell her many things they cannot forgive. I think we need to go with what I think the dream is saying and we need to accept being stuck in despair for awhile. Cue in Buddhist philosophy to remind me that it is impermanent and illusory or something like that. I don't understand but someone does and I remember it's good advice.
Thing is, the inner protector says we have to resolve Old System trauma before we can start New System. But New System needs attention. I asked them about having names and they were concerned the abuser would be able to see them if they had names. I don't know how many. A New System youngster only gave me permission to mention them after I told them there are two protectors regularly fronting including a wolf. They know Sentinel who is part of the New System but they didn't know there is a wolf who is Old System.
Anyway, I'm rambling but I want to post this before it gets deleted/forgotten because it's getting triggering to think we're allowed to exist and be known... thanks for reading but we don't like to come out and scared.