For four and a half years I have not been able to see amm in my dreams. If she ever makes an appearance, it’s always the back of her and I am desperate to see her face but I never do.
Until Thursday night. I had a restless sleep the night before my last day of work. And in my dreams (nightmares) amm was lying on a bed, alive, but ridged and unable to move or speak. And I was working so hard to move her. Lift her and carry her to somewhere else. But I couldn’t. And she was my age. In the dream she was her beautiful self as depicted in that one painting I have of her. This exquisite, porcelain, full size adult doll.
My dear friend Trisha is amazing at analyzing dreams and did so for this one. But I’d like to know what you all think before I share her analysis with you.