... I'm not sure how much more of this I'm able to take...
Even though I've mentioned the backstory elsewhere, I suddenly find it difficult to share in light of recent... developments.
Tuesday, I had a bad dream, and it's been gnawing at me and it only struck me today how much so. I'm a relatively solitary individual and I only ever really go to two places: uni; and the supermarket. For uni, I was... alright, I just had difficulty concentrating, but today I had to do the shopping, which meant a half hour walk each way and half an hour buying stuff. This time, though, I had my iPod on maximum volume and I did the rounds in about fifteen minutes. And I couldn't get back to my flat fast enough. Why? Because every time I saw a young child, I wanted to cry. While waiting to check out, there was a young mother in front of me with two daughters and an infant son. The way she playfully interacted with her children, it was the most I could do not to break down in public. I think the next time I hear the laughter of a baby, I will just burst into tears.
I can't remember much of the start of the dream, because compared to the ending, it all seems rather superfluous. I run into my girlfriend's hospital room, and she's lying on the bed, smiling peacefully. We share words before looking over at a cot where a newborn is. A nurse picks the baby (a girl) up and gives her to her mother. She then passes her to me, but as soon as I feel the weight in my arms, the baby turns into sand and disappears to the sound of a baby's vocalisation of 'da-da'. My girlfriend's expression turns to pure horror and she screams. Then, I woke up, crying and shouting a name I thought I'd never even think again, let alone utter.
I want to forget this... but a part of me feels guilty at wanting to. Rather, how do I come to terms with this?
Even though I've mentioned the backstory elsewhere, I suddenly find it difficult to share in light of recent... developments.
Tuesday, I had a bad dream, and it's been gnawing at me and it only struck me today how much so. I'm a relatively solitary individual and I only ever really go to two places: uni; and the supermarket. For uni, I was... alright, I just had difficulty concentrating, but today I had to do the shopping, which meant a half hour walk each way and half an hour buying stuff. This time, though, I had my iPod on maximum volume and I did the rounds in about fifteen minutes. And I couldn't get back to my flat fast enough. Why? Because every time I saw a young child, I wanted to cry. While waiting to check out, there was a young mother in front of me with two daughters and an infant son. The way she playfully interacted with her children, it was the most I could do not to break down in public. I think the next time I hear the laughter of a baby, I will just burst into tears.
I can't remember much of the start of the dream, because compared to the ending, it all seems rather superfluous. I run into my girlfriend's hospital room, and she's lying on the bed, smiling peacefully. We share words before looking over at a cot where a newborn is. A nurse picks the baby (a girl) up and gives her to her mother. She then passes her to me, but as soon as I feel the weight in my arms, the baby turns into sand and disappears to the sound of a baby's vocalisation of 'da-da'. My girlfriend's expression turns to pure horror and she screams. Then, I woke up, crying and shouting a name I thought I'd never even think again, let alone utter.
I want to forget this... but a part of me feels guilty at wanting to. Rather, how do I come to terms with this?