I think sometimes in the past, I had been a little paranoid and telling myself stories because of my autoimmune disease... It can cause inflammation of the brain.
I often see myself in third person in my dreams, and in this one I was observing the two selves argue from that third vantage point, while simultaneously experiencing the inner thoughts, feelings, perceptions, sensory input, etc. belonging to each... Weird right?
Last night when he came home, I was checked out on my computer and the house was a mess, because I had spent all day moving chickens around to accommodate the broody hen who adopted all 12 of the chicks I'd hatched/purchased for my breeding project (well, not all day. I did get the child off to school in the AM and to her dance class at night and fed her dinner and such), and I was too tired and stressed out to deal with anything else. we were getting ready to go to bed and he seemed quiet/down/reserved, so I asked him what was up. He very calmly said the state of the house was so upsetting to him that he didn't want to be there and that it's "getting worse," and how he'd had so much hope after my grandmother visited for three days to help me catch up on things and we were planning to schedule the junk haulers, but all that seemed to go out the window, and how if I'm having trouble remembering to take my meds and supps consistently before I get prescribed anything else, how am I supposed to get on ADHD meds and get better...? He also said he wasn't going to say anything, but he did because I asked.
I was just very quiet, and said "Okay." I got into bed flat on my back and stared up at the ceiling, feeling even more stressed out then, but trying to just listen, not get defensive, and not take it personally. Those were his feelings and they weren't baseless. He asked if I felt attacked and I said truthfully that I did, but I was trying not to. He asked if he could have gone about that differently. I told him I didn't know. I started thinking about how the dream connected to feeling out of control and just trying to cope with things.
Then he asked me if the thing I had called him wanting to talk about earlier was still bothering me, which was the dream, so I told him about it. He was like, "Well you know what Dr. {his therapist} would say..." And I chorused "Everything in your dream is you." He said that was right and that he would also say "It's a very good dream" (as in, lots to dissect.) He focused more on the feeling out of control aspect rather than the infidelity aspect. I kind of wish he would have shared how the latter made him feel.
We went to sleep after that. So I guess things aren't like, doomsday (I'm struggling to word here.) I'm still not used to there being an absence of drama and emergency to give me a distraction and jolt of brain chemicals needed to set me in action.
Far too often in our hasty, mad quest to *Be Loved,* we lose sight of the fact that we are inherently, uniquely, and divinely *Loveable.*
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I'm not arguing... I'm calibrating