Every now and then someone posts about their dreams here, and like I've said before, I find it a very fascinating topic. While I understand that dreams can be significant in different ways, I'm uncertain what to think about some of my own dreams that I used to have all the time when I was under 10 I think... I don't remember when they ended but I still had them in our new house.
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The dreams were of my mother being angry at me and drowning me in different ways either in a ditch or down the toilet, and me crying for her to stop, but she kills me by drowning every single time, and I wake up in horror. I think that the dream changed and gradually stopped after I noticed that I didn't really die but was able to breath underwater and "tell" the dream it can't hurt me.
I also had another recurring nightmare that had to do with her, but it was less violent and more symbolic.
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I have never taken the dream seriously because I had so many nightmares when I was little, and it didn't come back once I got rid of it. Every time I think of it, I feel like I shouldn't make a big deal out of it. I've had so many dreams which bear little or no connection to real life, it would be stupid to think they are all significant. But in addition to the fact that the dream was regular for years, there are some other things that might suggest it wasn't a random nightmare. First, up to this day I have mild claustrophobia (I hate underground caves and can't stand things on my face/around my neck) and have had massive panic attack twice, when someone locked me in a toilet and another time when I got trapped in one because of a broken lock.
I have no fear of water though, but I have had fear of drowning.
Moreover, I remember that when I was still little, if mother put her arm just gently around me when we were resting side by side, I started to feel like I suffocate and had to scream that she lets me go. It happened many times and was funny in my sister's opinion.
The last one is just a guess, but sometimes I felt like mom had a strange guilt around me, like she was trying to make amends for something, and I also felt that there were sort of charged quiet moments when we were alone, especially in her last years. This could be my imagination or misinterpretation of situations. Since was rather inconsistent in the way she brought us up and always too open about her feelings and emotions so on, and therefore those moments of silence when I felt that she was thinking about something that had to do with me felt quite unusual. Of course I didn't ask her what it was.
Although I made this post I feel like I shouldn't focus on those dreams and other assumptions, and it feels childish. It feels all rather insignificant, but on the other hand, it haunts me a little.
Maybe I should add that the memories of these nightmares seem to always have dominated my memories and thoughts about my childhood. I hope this makes sense to someone, although it hardly makes sense to myself. Even so much that up to my early twenties I got unreasonably fearful, with physical symptoms, if someone started to tell their dreams. I think I can say that talking about dreams was triggering for me.