Parental Melancholy 5.3.08
Deep melancholy.
Father, mother... dead.
First father, then mother.
Sad and depressed,
I read memories and travel to them.
These feelings I expected,
when facing death.
Oh! Friends comfort, yes,
Friends comfort me.
My parents are gone-- now it's just me.
They disappeared!
--What!?
Mother!? Father!?
Away for a day, only?
Not dead?
Joy! Joy! Joy!
Reflections: As I move away from the "nest" of my mother and father, I may be experiencing a metaphorical death of the two as absolute caretakers. They have raised me, they have fed me all of the days, and they have given support on my path (and continue to do so, indeed). However, it is important that I now establish myself as an individual. In the dream, my parents disappeared (died) and then were revived, as if they had only been gone for a day. I was fearful.
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