“Your dreams do not cause emotions… your dreams are the situations made up by your mind to justify the emotions you already have.”
Paraphrased from Eckhart Tolle (I can’t find the exact quote.)
Doesn’t this make total, absolute sense? Dreams do not cause me to feel fearful, or anxious, or sad… I dreamed what I did because I already feel fearful, anxious, and sad. My mind simply imagined a situation in which those existing emotions were completely justifiable.
Blew. My. Mind.
Last night, I dreamt that huge waves came from my lake (this is a reoccurring dream). They slammed into my cottage, and eventually knocked it off of its foundation. The wiring and plumbing was all exposed and flooded with water. My stuff was floating out into the lake and I was scrambling to pick it up, to move everything to higher ground before the next wave.
My parents were helping me. My dad got abducted by aliens (it was so not silly in the dream, but dreadful). The aliens killed my cat, and while I was sobbing over her grave, my mother was abducted, too. Then I was alone.
I also dreamt that the ex of someone I was in love with called me, screaming at me that I was stealing her because they were married, and I kept telling him over and over that if they were still married he could have her, that I didn’t know, that I was just as betrayed by that as he was, that we weren’t enemies. He never listens, obviously.
I dream often that my mother dies, that she leaves me for some man. I dream that I’m in love with someone but find out she’s cheating, or lying, and I discover something meant to be hidden from me that reveals her falseness. I dream that I call her over and over and can’t reach her. I always dream that water is coming up and submerging my house, or a jungle is growing on the lawn, thick and out of control.
I never, ever dream about my baby.
Mother of All Things 