What Dreams Tell

Daily Prompt: Freudian Flips
Do you remember a recent dream you had? Or an older one that stayed vivid in your mind? Today you’re your own Freud. Tell us the dream, then interpret it for us! Feel free to be as serious or humorous as you see fit, or to invent a dream if you can’t remember a real one.

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I am traveling in a bus. My son is with me, but my husband is not there with us. Normally our journeys are in a car. I do wonder being in a bus. Where are we going? I don’t know.

The journey is long and uncomfortable. Suddenly the bus stops by a muddy roadside. I get down at this point to wait.

The bus leaves without me, and I remain stranded on the roadside. My son is on the leaving bus. It’s scary being left alone with total strangers, and not knowing how I am going to continue the journey.

I woke up with over whelming feelings of sadness. It was just a bad dream.

Within five days of this dream, my son S was posted to a far off, outlandish place. It was a jolt from the blue. He left for the new destination. When he rented a ramshackle of a house, the daughter-in-law along with the two young ones also departed.

Our house became an empty place. It was without the laughter and gaiety of small children. It became eerily silent with just the two of us.

S barely lasted in the new place for a year. He was unhappy, and getting depressed with the malpractices of his job. He resigned, leaving the security of a pension and further promotion. He applied to a university here and came for further studies. His wife and children joined him after a year. For the next few years his father paid towards his expenses.

Five long years went by before we could see him again.

I had to persuade my husband with great difficulty for a visit. Getting a visa is another nightmare. I will Insha’Allah write about it some day.

The next three years went by, without us seeing him. Again I had to cajole my husband for a visit.

You can see what the dream was about. My son went, and I was left alone at a crossroad.

Seeing no dream is better for me. My dreams foretell the future, or point out what’s going to happen next.

When I see a bad dream, I give some money in charity to ward off a future calamity. Then I pray to God, and hope everything will go right in my life.

If I see meat in my dreams, it foretells death.

Sorry for the Freudian post.

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What Dreams Tell

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