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The Dream: My mother gifted me an old, beat up RV to live in. It was filthy inside, rusted outside. I saw my aunt who wanted to see it and give me a house warming present but I told her No because it was so gross.

The Explanation: It's because I have a very strained relationship with my family right now. They failed to step up to protect me when I was young, and then failed to show up again when I needed support as an adult (along with numerous times in between). They left me with trauma and fear and self-hatred without ever an apology or a modicum of empathy. It's left me with the intense desire to be seen and to be loved, but at the same time an intense fear of being treated again like I was for so long. It's left me opting out of most of life, because who would want to see such a disgusting, shoddy RV like me? And even if I do convince myself that someone might, what if they burn my RV down? Or come in and are repulsed because they don't like what they see?

Woke up in bed, turned off the alarm, went to bathroom, brushed teeth...

Then the damned alarm went off and I woke up in bed, but for real.

Happens way too often that I have to slog through multiple boring morning routines before actually getting to start my day.

I killed my father and slept with my mother. Probably doesn't mean anything.

Back in grad school, but in NYC for some reason. Doing a shitty job, fucking up assignments that are 3rd grader level math. I'm doing it all on paper which I never did and then lost my entire brief bag when it somehow fell off a bus I was riding. Called wife to tell her that I couldn't do it anymore, lost all my notes, papers, assignments and would not be able to recover it all to pass semester.

Grad school was more than 15 years ago. I was in NYC somewhat recently and did go to the wrong address for a meeting and was late as a consequence.

Nfi.

Dreams are just the brain sorting out memories, and they often get jumbled which is why they are generally surreal. I have had friends who were lucid dreamers, they just had more intentional purpose to their memory sorting.

I generally don't remember dreams, like maybe a few a year. As in waking up occasionally means knowing what I was just dreaming about, and rarely having that stick more than a few minutes.

My most recent memorable dreams were a few weeks ago and involved zombies and the people around me doing the absolute most ridiculous stuff to get themselves bitten. Not scary really, just frustrating. Warched a few zombie movies a few days prior and then had some people around me make boneheaded decisions so I am guessing my brain was sorting those two unrelated things. Don't remember the details of what the people were doing in the dream, just that it was stupid and resulted in getting bit.

My dog of 14 years passed away in April, and i haven't really mourned him like i should. I keep having a recurring dream where he's alive, and I'm mad at everyone who said he was dead. I wasn't there in the end, life circumstances made me send him to my "parents" house, where he passed peacefully of natural causes.

I also have nightmares that feature my sperm-donor more often than I'd like.

Edit: I believe dreams are a window into the subconscious, but they aren't exactly reliable or "meaningful", other than a "huh, that was weird...".

No. I am convinced that dreams are brain training towards scenarios that may or may not become relevant one day.

Last night I dreamt about being at an airport, unsure about where and when my connecting flight was. Surprisingly realistic, considering how often I fly, but unrealistic in the sense that I always know this beforehand and always carry with me a small paper note listing the following:

• Flight number
• When
• From-To
• Estimated landing time
• Booking code

I had nightmares about my supervisor criticizing me. :( She is a bully and no one ever cares or does anything about it. I am asking to be put on a shift that overlaps her less and am being given a hard time about the accomodation because I occasionally react poorly when she bullies me.

I dunno, I forget dreams easily if I have them, but I rarely have dreams, it seems like I just switch off and everything is dark.