I had one of the most upsetting and disturbing dreams I have ever had last night and it has stuck with me all day. I cant seem to get it out of my head. I even woke up crying!
Basically it was almost a flashback dream to when my Granddad died, and my Gran wasn’t able to cope and so decided to take a drug that would kill her within a day. All the family were summoned and managed to get up there, to say there goodbyes, and about an hour before the drug would have its final outcome, she changed her mind. I rushed her to hospital where they gave her the anti-whatever-it-was and she should have recovered, but didn’t.
Sometimes I can analyse dreams fairly well, but I don’t know what the fuck was going on in this one. I think its because I saw my Gran yesterday and realised how much I miss my family sometimes, and that seems to have crossed with a Terry Pratchett TV special about choosing to die. That’s the best I can come up with. But it was horrible.
5 months ago