Somewhere in the crevices of my brain, the ghouls come out to play. Mostly in dreams. They never let me forget where I come from. And even though they may wake me from a dead sleep, that’s OK, because they remind me that I don’t have to be afraid of my past anymore. They may shake me up a bit, dragging me down into the brewing pit, but I always wake up to my real life, where I am safe.
I had a dream about more abusers. One that was indirect to me and one that I had contact with. Neither are part of my life and haven’t been for a long time. And even though in this vivid dream, I kept trying to get out. I wasn’t fooled by their manipulation and control and when I didn’t cooperate with them, their true colors shone through. That’s a TON of progress from the dreams I’ve had about past abusers. Usually I am lured in by their charms, like I was in real life. Never remembering or seeing the bad in them.
LOTS of progress in the dream world.