I dreamed I was in an old brown house. The father of the house could not find his son and needed my help. We searched and finally found a secret room behind a false wall in the cellar. Bare concrete. Rusty metal hooks. Blood everywhere. The decades old remains of a tortured boy still strapped to the floor. The father was devastated. I left him and went for help. But there was no one anywhere. Vast emptiness. Dry, cracked earth. I went back to the cellar and found the father playing back old home movies of himself torturing his own son to death.
I asked my friend who is interested in dreams to interpret it for me. He said the house is me.
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while you definitely write soooooo well.. it's sooo sad...
(hug)
Hello, I've been reading through a number of your entries and have found them so moving. It is such a hard thing to try and come to terms with the suffering and losses in our lives, isn't it?
Your writing, as 'shade' said, is beautiful, and I hope/imagine it is helping you to find ways of understanding and learning from and transcending your pain. It certainly has the effect on me, as a reader, of making me see that what begins as nothing but tragic events and misery, can be woven into something that carries deep meaning, something that for all its sadness can convey a special beauty and truth as well. Thank you for sharing.
TW.
I read a few more of your entries and began to worry that what I'd written might have come across as trite, in the light of the experiences you describe.
I'm sorry for the horror of your childhood, the suffering you must have been through, and continue to go through as a result. I can only imagine how difficult it has been, how difficult it is still. I just wanted to wish you all the best on this journey that you are on - may healing, insight, understanding, and peace come to you.
TW
TW -
I see there is another kind, sensitive person in the world. You make me smile.
Oh, why thank you, Overcomer :)
*smiling back at you* :D
TW
Your pain has been achingly great.
May those years be redeemed. May the second half of life be deeply fulfilling. May love encircle you.
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