For a long time, because of my personality and Father’s methods, I would have nightmares about Him teaching me something in an overly harsh way.
The worry was not being able to do something.
Those dreams felt real and there was a series that would play over and over. He would wake me up and I’d be inconsolable.
The nightmare part was that I couldn’t make myself do it even though I knew I was capable.
Eventually, I took control of teaching myself certain things, learing how to connect with the content in way I could handle. Not talking about his methods here but my specific way of absorbing specific types of information,
And those nightmares went away.
That just occurred to me.
I am 34.
He can be oblivious.
They were replaced by worse.
After them came the Weather Dreams.
At least Three years of that particular nonsense.
I wasn’t until sex dreams that I knew they could be fun.
I had a nightmare every night for at least a year.
I was an intense kid.
I guess I still am.
Things are finally feeling right.
The last few years I’ve gone back and forth in my feelings over my Family.
I sure wish I had gotten more done by now.
Time is precious and I have wasted so much of mine.
Tomorrow’s Another Day