Gazillion Days - Single Day In History (by Rona118)

MORNING

Thanks God I got up early this morning. For the past three weeks, I'd been sleeping late and waking up late. This is my first time to be awakened as early as seven o'clock. Besides, no one likes to be doomed in a devastating dream. Not again.

I had a bread and milk for breakfast. While eating, I recalled my dream. I dreamed about a former boyfriend. The scenario opened up in view of waterfall where my former boyfriend and co workers had a drink. I was about to join their group when I saw him passionately kissing a lady.

Tears of hatred rolled over my checks. Never would I show him how hurt I was so I turned my back on them and paved my way home. It made me so upset that I was catching my breath when I woke up. I spent a minute crying all my heart out. I remained awoke for some minutes and got back to sleep.

In my sleep I had a sequel of my dream. I found myself having a hard fight with my ex boyfriend. I walked out from him and he got into a taxi.

AFTERNOON

He was going to his other girlfriend's town. In a distance, I heard a sudden blow. My heart beat faster. The taxi bumbed to a tree. I ran towards where my blooded ex boyfriend was. He was fighting against death. I apologized but it was too late for he was dead. I screamed my lungs out. It seemed like screaming somehow lessen the pain. It seemed like through screaming, he could hear me and feel how sorry I was.

I always give importance to my dream. I have faith on Jung's theory. It makes sense. For him, dream is a reflection of our ego, revealing the unconscious mind. He speculates that dream is a guide to one’s life. Well, many of my friends had told me negative about my ex’s being a two-timer. I refused to believe them. I'm a “to see is to believe” type of person.

There was a time that my boyfriend ceased to get In touch with me. Well, I always believed in him and didn’t have negative thoughts against him. Focusing on my work was only means of eliminating such depression.

EVENING

I'm thankful that my dream reminded me of how I refuse to question my past relationship. I refused to believe that my exboyfriend had been cheating on me. Freedom is what I felt when I analyzed what the dream has conveyed on me. Most of all, the important lesson in there, is that it’s better to lose someone you love for somebody else than losing him for death.

I weighed in my feeling with those two dream scenarios. Losing my man to death is much more painful. It seemed like I had been selfish for losing him to death. It made me feel like a murderer. How I would like to learn more about dream theories.

After dining out with my son and sister, I browse the net to check on Freud's Dream Theory. Applications on his sexual symbolism needs time for mastery.

This has been a dream day for me. I was overwhelmed by the mystery of my dreams. How I wish I could have time to keep a dream journal. The dream world fascinates me. It reminds of me of who I am and what I become.

THE END

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of a College Student
from Clairemont

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