Nightmare Analysis

Thanks to MaggieMay, I analyzed my nightmare from the other evening.

Here’s what I came up with that makes total sense:

 

Reflection / Mirror: To see your reflection represents your true self.  This suggests you are pondering thoughts about your inner self.  If you see a strange figure other than your own reflection, then it suggests that you are undergoing some identity crisis.  You are not sure about who you are anymore.  To dream you do not see your reflection implies your have lost your self-identity.

Seeing images though the mirror may be a safe way for you to consider and/or confront materials from your subconscious.  You may be contemplating on strengthening and changing aspects o your character.  Alternatively, the dream means that you are unwilling to acknowledge your subconscious emotions.

(I dreamed all 3: I saw myself, I saw strange figures, and I saw nothing reflected)

Ghosts: To dream that ghosts are trying to kill you implies that you are ready to confront your past and repressed emotions, despite how painful it may be.  You are ready to move forward with your life and eave the past behind.  If a ghost is choking you in your dream (the ghost was not choking me but I was unable to scream) then it means some past situation is preventing you from fully expressing yourself.  Dreaming that you are being stalked or haunted by a ghost indicates that you are refusing to confront issues from your past which are affecting your present life.

(I dreamed that initially the ghost was stalking me, then ultimately trying to kill me)

Scream: To dream you are screaming symbolizes anger and fear.  You are expressing some powerful emotion which you have kept pent up inside.  If you try and scream and no sound comes out, then it indicates a sense of helplessness and frustration.No matter how hard you try and get someone’s attention, they cannot hear you.  Your dream highlights your difficulty communicating with this person.  You need to immediately identify your fears or feelings and confront this situation in real life.

(I dreamed that I was unable to scream until the ghosts were literally upon me, and then I was able to release the scream and woke myself up).

It seems the dream analysis is on point, and possibly more related to Tony that I thought possible.  Thankfully, I have also learned that the Tony emotions are pretty much in the same bucket with the other crisis emotions I am dealing with: Mexico, Work, and my Family.  All of these crisis coming at the same time are quite deeply buried … and my subconscious is definetly trying to get these emotions out from under.

In summary: I am clearly undergoing an identity-crisis at the moment and trying to confront painful, past memories and emotions (Family, Tony, Mexico, Work).  I have been refusing to fully confront these emotions and felt helpless and frustrated.  I have had difficulty communicating in all of these areas.

I thought this was a great and enlightening exercise!

I also think, that as crazy as some dreams are….the fact that this was truly a horrific nightmare of mine, and I haven’t had one in so many years, really does highlight the fact that I am digging deep to do the emotional work I need to get back on track.

Thanks Maggie!

 

 

 

 

The Conversation with Tony

Post Tony deleting me on Facebook, we communicated a little by text.  He put me back on Facebook when he realized he upset me.  Then he text me again, the next morning.

I engaged after I spoke to my therapist.

There was nothing that was going to change my mind to speak to him.  It had been months – at least since June or July – we had been on the phone.  I’m pretty certain the last conversation would have been in anger.

I have no desire to recap the conversation but I told him about Mexico.  I cried a little when I told him what brought me to Mexico.  He thinks he could have stopped me.  That’s a big fat, no – because he wasn’t leaving his wife – so he’s giving himself too much credit.

I wanted to ask so many things  I wanted to talk about so many things. I wanted validation.  I wanted to apologize for my bad behavior – not so much because he deserves an apology from me as much as I needed to forgive myself for the way I behaved.

For acting crazy and addicted.  .

I got just enough validation that he did believe for a while, enough validation to escape with my sanity intact and be able to delete him again and move forward without falling into the Tony hole again.

I left feeling sad and I said I missed him.  He quickly said we cannot go back to communicating.  I agree with him.

Hanging up the phone without an “I love you” at the end was actually horrible and made me cry.  But, I am ok.  It took a little time to marinate and process, but I am ok.  I didn’t dwell very long.

I deleted photos I had lingering on the phone and came across the last piece of the puzzle I needed.  Validation in the form of the first time he acknowledged he wanted to be with me and what it wold cost him. I didn’t include the whole text string as it’s just for me, but here’s a piece.

That’s it, the last of Tony for a long while.

He will forever be my emotional bar – and he set it so high.  Just like Bobby set the sexual bar so high.

I am going to need to learnt to pole vault I suppose.

The First Downslide

It wouldn’t be a Madeline story without a serious dash of crazy seasoning. But I promised honesty.

I saw Tony last in April. I don’t recall if we spoke on phone subsequently or not, probably. But the last text was mid-August. Full stop. My last text said:

“I am having surgery on Sept 7th that I don’t expect to recover from and since you have decided to be such a jerk and I won’t recover you can expect my letter to you and your wife then.” I was furious at him for being a douche when I was dropping my son at college after I supported him through dropping off two kids to college. He could have been kinder. I should have been less crazy, but that sets the scene.

And I blocked him for a while until I went to Mexico, hoping I would hear from him because he knew the surgery date and my birthday were around the corner.

Needless to say, while fighting for my life, I finally stopped focusing on Tony.

Until I started to feel better and talk about it in therapy.

As my body healed and the new meds kicked in, the desperate addiction I felt towards him increased. I knew myself well enough to know trouble was brewing.

But I did all the right things. I called friends. I diverted myself. I even went on a couple great dates (those stories will follow and were therapy approved dates). I finally felt happiness, real and true, outside my home with my family the day after Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving day and the subsequent party took all the life out of me. I slept for 2 days following. My cousins hire professional photographers and post literally hundreds of party photos.

To step back to provide context: my x never enjoyed these family parties. He didn’t want to play football with the cousins (boys and girls) he didn’t like to socialize and every year became a struggle. I love this family and would do anything to be included and they always were inclusive to The x and my boys. But towards the end of marriage I gave up on being included. I’m still surprised at all the times I said no and they asked again.

So when the guy I met asked me to a strange second date I quickly said “I will trade you for a football game!” The whole story will follow but, god bless his heart, he was so excited to be included.

My cousins are short – the girls are under 5′ and the boys under 5’8″. So I made a joke to my very serious boy cousins that I was bringing a 6’4″ athlete who could be QB (knowing full well I would never live it down). Everyone he met said “oh! Your Mads 6’4″!” And that’s all they called him all day. 6’4″. He loved it.

He was the star of the game so my cousins loved him. He’s gregarious and wonderful so it was super easy.

I was really happy that day.

So what happened to being out Trixie?

I admit I check often if Tony and I are friends in FB. It was the only social media we remained connected on. He shut it down for months but opened it last week sometime.

My social media stopped when I went in the hospital. But now I had a reason to open it because the photos from the party were fabulous. My cousin tagged me in all of them and they post to my wall.

There is a beautiful photo of 6’4″ and I together. We look like a couple. There’s photos like that with my cousins too, but I know they are my cousins. My cousin also tagged all of 6’4″s football hilights with my name. And they made comments under the photos about 6’4″ doing me proud on the field.

Today I saw Tony had unfriended me on FB. I went into shock. I couldn’t think and my reaction was to reach out. But he has been deleted from my phone for so long I truly could not recall his phone number. So I sent a text to his two emails and they didn’t come back with “delivered”. I scoured the internet with phone combinations for 40 mins until I hit it. I really couldn’t recall it. I called from my phone and it went straight to VM. I called from the house phone and it went straight to VM. I was blocked.

I called where I thought he was working and got as far as reception and hung up and called my friends and admitted my cray.

An hour later he replied that he was flying home, couldn’t text or talk now, and I was never blocked. I apologized and said I overreacted and he asked what prompted it. I didn’t answer.

Will he text me tmrw? I don’t know.

I made it through 7 months of not seeing him and 3 full months or more of no contact and I lost my shit the instant I felt rejection.

My friends say it’s because I have the photos with the guy up and he doesn’t want to see things like that. I interpret that as he doesn’t want me happy. I get confused. Why now? What’s the big deal of FB friends when we don’t communicate any longer?

But it hurt and flipped the Trixie switch.

My call with my therapist is at 10am tmrw. But what can she say that I don’t already know? Why do I keep doing this to myself with a man who clearly doesn’t want me. Or any connection with me.

I have to get to the bottom why rejection causes Trixie to trigger. And I want it to stop. I want to stop thinking about him and wanting him. I can believe he gave me the world and it was lovely but I have to also believe it’s gone for good.

I am angry and embarrassed at myself. And worried about him reaching out to me soon.

I was doing well. But my little child, Trixie, stomped her feet and wanted to know WHY now….why take me off FB now. It was a small and innocuous connection. But it was something to me. And now I’m hurt all over again.