Dream Analysis and Emotional Processing

Highlights

Dream Journal I had a dream between 5 and 9 this morning and it's really really strong I am living with a lot of friends somewhere I think somewhere in Canada I have a lot of friends

I have a partner and everyone's hanging out and my uncle from Bangladesh for some reason he knocks on the door and he doesn't even know that it's me but he wants me he wants to get a tour of a of a property on this in this new country and since I know this country I told that I will give him a tour

He's very friendly with me and very, very excited to see me and happy. So I give him a tour. And as I'm giving him a tour, he says something along the lines of, this country is so new to me. I might even get run over walking.

but then I gave them a tour and everything is good and then that happens and then I'm with my friend Sian and different friends are going away to different places for adventures

and I see a bunch of friends and then I'm coming back home and as I'm coming back home I am I'm talking to my partner who looks like Lauren and there are two men on the street I'm driving very slow but

they're both walking on the street I'm not really paying attention much and I have this big gigantic truck that I can't really see out to the bottom through um I see the two men but I think I'm stopping before I hit them and I must have nudged one of them a little bit and he tumbles and falls forward and starts to like limp and

passes out and the other guy just tells me to get off the car immediately and look at what I've done. So I pull the truck up and then I look at him and I see that it's my uncle who's been hit. Who I just hit. And I wait there for a little bit but nothing seems to happen or everything's waiting for the ambulances to come. So I just go home and

I go home and yeah my auntie is there and she is yelling and shouting at me and she's got a bunch of her friends they're all being quiet but she's the one who's snapping at me like I did something wrong and I snap at her back because I really didn't think I hit him and he was also on the streets and I didn't know what to do. The year that he's been taken to the hospital

and I'm in this weird vortex for a bit where we don't really know what's happening. It's all being looked at. I'm in a living room with a bunch of people, my auntie and a bunch of other people and I'm feeling a little bit like shaken by this whole experience.

Then I get a couple of missed calls from Durzo, my cousin. So I go inside, go into one of my rooms, and I call him back. That doesn't go through to him, but he gets the notification that I called him, and then he calls me back. And actually, no. So I get a letter or postcard from someone saying that

that Druso has some news for me and to call him. So I call him. He doesn't pick up, but then he calls me back. Then he tells me that he asked me all these things about how I'm doing and I'm like, I know, I'm just trying to be here, but give me the news. And he tells me that it's not looking good. He's not breathing and it's not looking good. And I start to panic and shake and I start to bawl and cry and I get really, really afraid.

I get really, really afraid of everything. All the visualizations of my life just being ruined comes up, and I don't know what else to do. And I told him that, hey, I'm really afraid. He said, yeah, it makes sense. You probably are not going to come visit here again. Or if you do, then they're probably not going to come visit here again.

and then I tell them that I'm lost and I'm really scared. I really don't want to go to jail. I really don't want to go to jail. It gives me that, yeah, I understand why, but I don't know what else to say. I realize that I can never join anything ever again because of this crime that I just committed. I'm just crying and bawling and screaming.

and the dream gets so intense that I need to come out of it. So I open my eyes and he just tells me to be calm. So I wake up and the first feeling is acceptance, this quiet acceptance. That's how my dream ends.

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