I had this dream a long time ago, but I think about it a lot. I was wondering if anyone could interpret it for me.
At this point, my father had been in the hospital for months due to an acute brain injury. It didn’t seem like he was ever going to get better (in the end he never did) but I had this dream once that he got better, that me my mom bro and sis went to pick him up from the hospital. But the whole way home no one said a word to each other. It was this eerly silence. I remember feeling overwhelmed, happy to have him home but still disturbed over what happened. We got home, and he simply leaned against the island and watched out the window. No one said anything, we all went to seperate rooms. I walked into the kitchen where my dad was and I just started bawling my eyes out.
Then I woke up. No one said anything, but what I felt was real enough to cut through glass.
I don’t know, any explanation?
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Im sorry to say that I dont have an explination for you but im really sorry to hear about your dad.
i really truly am sorry.
I have similar dreams about my dad who died of cancer when I was 9.
The dreams usually vary, but once I had a dream that he yelled at me. I was so happy to see him alive, and then I was calling his name, and he just screamed, “WHAT?!”.
I’ve never fully recovered from that dream. . . but I know how you feel, a little.
I guess you could say that your family is still very uncomfortable with the whole situation, and you need to get them to accept the situation. Or tell them about your dream, and maybe they’ll have an explanation.
my guess is that he wont ever be the same as he was, and noone is going to know what to do
First let’s remember that we usually dream to solve conflicts; if something hurts or is bothering us, we dream to settle it, so we can continue to sleep, and so we can have more peace in our waking hours.
Soooooooo:
Dad has an injury to the brain, the mind, that which is revealed as in, can be seen through glass, if one is allowed to get close to the pane/pain. (It is not an accident that you used the term, “real enough to cut through glass,” because you wanted his CLEAR, READABLE, SEEABLE, brain/mind back. (I’ll deal with no one saying anything, in the context below. )
Dad is never going to get better, and this hurt you, upset you, so you resolved the conflict by “writing” your dream, so that he would be better. You NEEDED him to be better.
Your family and you become silent on the way HOME. That is, “What is home without father?” Home was a place that included him, but now it won’t, because your momentary need to make him okay isn’t working in the dream, and that is unspeakable.
You have made him better, but have you really? The silence is the loss of your father, telling you that you haven’t really resolved the conflict; it is still nagging at you. Silence, as in death; silence, as in brain injury that affects the ability to speak coherently or at all. Silence, also, as in absence of sounds, the sounds your father would have been making, had he survived whole and intact.
It’s eery, because you sense that HOME will NOT BE HOME, if your dad doesn’t recover, and it’s clear you wanted him to, because for a few beats there, you did make him recover.
Again, overwhelmed with happiness, but disturbed; you are not CAPABLE, as HARD AS YOU TRY to change the reality; you try, you become happy, but the TRUTH that he didn’t recover is running the dream, is facing you in ways that you can’t change by “writing” the dream the way you want it to be.
He leaned against the island. I don’t know what an “island” in this context means, but he’s no longer DAD; he’s a man with a brain injury, LEANING on the family, barely able to stand straight in life, as the dad you NEED him to be, the dad you recognized and loved.
He watches out the window. He is no longer in the life you are all now sharing; he is left out. The world is OUTSIDE his brain, his usual way of thinking; he can’t participate; he is left only to see, to watch. (This is really sad. )
This sadness leads all of you to deal with the situation in your own ways and to realize that you are ALL now SEPARATE from your dad (as well as vulnerable to illnesses and injuries among yourselves), that your lives with him will never be on the same level, as they had always been. His brain injury has separated him from all of you, and you become, for awhile, isolated from each other in trying to cope with this new, sad reality.
And, yes, dear YaYa, I’d have bawled my eyes out, also. Your dream started by your being able to fix the situation, but moved on to the truth of the unfixable injury, and ended with you and your family having to come to isolated and lonely terms with change, deep sorrow and loss.
My deep-felt condolences.
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I think you know that was no ordinary dream. Dreams are more than what everyone on here seems to believe. What you dreamed was something important; it was a message from your father.
Here’s how I interpret it:
You go to pick up your father in the dream state. In the dream your father complies with your wanting him to come home, but he knows that he cannot. He gives you no indication that he is committed to returning home with you. He wants to let you know that he cannot stay anymore, hence his looking out the window, longing to go. Maybe he was holding on because he didn’t want to say good bye, didn’t know if you could handle his leaving. In the dream both of you reached an understanding that he must go.
That is what the dream meant, and the communication you experienced, though in a dream, was as real as was what you said just a moment ago to whomever you were talking to.
Dreams are real, real on another level of reality.