All the nightmare was about was me being a child again, stuck at my dad's house. I had locked myself in a room and was phoning my mom to come get me. I woke up mumbling "mom...mom".
I don't know why my subconscious has always seen him as a pervert and a bigger threat than he really is. I guess it'll be something to bring up with my therapist. I had to actively tell myself just now: you're 30, you're in your apartment, you're safe.
The doors are locked, he can't get in. He can't get to me. Why am I even scared of him in my dreams? I just feel like there's more beneath the surface than I know about, and given my mind's ability to block memories from me...
There are a lot of memories I can't access in my head. Part of me thinks there may be nastier stuff than I'm aware of. He has always icked me somehow, and in my dream he was talking really nasty.
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