(Source: Marianne via Netflix)
Current Dream Recollection
(Important to Note: My mom recently passed away last year and I have unresolved childhood trauma from her)
In my dream I was in bed and literally JUST woke up from a dream itself. I woke up to chaos. I heard my older sister (as her current self) crying and in my half groggy half asleep I ask her if she wants to talk about it. She said that she woke up in the middle of the night and went to the bathroom and then our mom appeared out of nowhere and beat her with a broom. She broke a tooth I think and the way she described the beating it really traumatized her.
I feel asleep again.
I woke up to screaming! I could hear my sister crying and yelling and sort of my brother too but I never actually saw him. It was daytime and I look out the backyard to see my mother with a shot gun aiming at the trees and she kept yelling lots of anger gibberish I could never make out. She had this constant look of hatred and anger consuming her while she kept looking up. I tried to see where she was aiming for but couldn't see anything big. For a split second when I look at the trees at a quick glance I might have seen a black bird or some kind of small animal. Important to note I never once heard a shot being discharged. My mom just looked completely disheveled and out of it honestly. She had a crazed look in her eyes while constantly yelling and looking at the trees. With my sister and brother crying/yelling in the background, I tried to intervene and yell at my mom and for a brief second, she aimed the shot gun at ME. I quickly moved out of the way.
Oh my goodness, the crying and screaming I heard was unreal it felt so heart wrenching as if they were pleading with their lives and it was a dire stench of pain they were going through. You could hear them stretch ever ounce of anguish in their cries. It felt so disheartening.
It was night again and I had a really scary dream (in a dream!) The dream was in South Park animation (wtf) about someone telling Stan about who killed him or something but it was meant in a peaceful way. Hard to describe. I woke up from this dream feeling sooooooo serene and calm as if I knew the answers to something. I walked up just for the hell of it and down the hallway I took a few steps until....I looked to my right.
Immediate dread came over me. In the style of a horror movie I saw a pitch black dark room and my mom was standing there staring back at me. She had an eerie stance that somehow blended in the darkness of the room. Standing straight up and even in my dream I was disturbed she was standing at all in her decrepit condition. She had a red broom in her left hand and slowly began walking towards me. Remembering what my sister said in the beginning of the dream complete dread came over me and realized that this is my current run in with her.
Not once did she say anything in the entire ordeal. She just slowly walked towards me in a zombie like manner. As per usual my legs felt like bags of cement were tied to my feet so I could barely move. I tried to get far away from here as I possibly could. I managed to get in the front room which was also very dimly lit which made this scene even more disturbing and creepier. I went in the furthest corner of the living room. I cowered in that corner and planned to quickly run but my cement feeling of legs prevented me. I could only watch in fear as I saw my mother get closer and closer.
Then I woke up.
My boyfriend woke me up by holding me in bed from behind. Never had I been so happy to be awoken 🥲🥰🫠