Ok, just so you know I had the weirdest dream followed by a phone message I should worry a bit.
In Reality:
My grandparents and uncle and mom still don't know I'm gay.
My sister does.
I am currently actively dating an HIV positive man.
My uncle's back home, paralyzed and can't walk.. It's been 20 years now I think.
I currently graduated.
In the Dream:
So. it started with a ceremony. I think it was my graduation. Now, normally I shouldn't know this much about my dream but my dream was somewhere in july or august. And we were going to this ceremony. We were on the train and my grannies and uncle went into a room on the train and locked themselves in it. Mom, sis and I wondered what was wrong. We couldn't go in. Then, when they finally came out, we were on our way to a movie, part of the whole celebratory ceremonial plan. We kinda tried to ask people around what the whole deal about grannies in the room with uncle thing was. Then, my granddad announced that we shall continue this meeting later. However, I heard from some people that my uncle was gonna die soon and had limited time. So, we watched the movie about this guy called Michael who died of HIV in real life(in my dream); so it was a bit of a non-fictional movie. He died during January, February era of that same year. So, after the movie, we went back to this ceremonial hall and took pics. ANYONE WHO'S ANYONE I KNOW was there. We took pics and during the way back to the ceremony before this pic taking moment, we were on a train with my mom and sis and some friends of mine, who brought up this thing about me being gay. Mom, subtly, didn't mind. She made a joke and said something along the line of 'there's nothing she could do and at least it's better than *made something really bad comparisons*". We hugged and I was happy. Now, the ceremony ended. And my grannies, mom, sis and two friends were in a car. One of my friends, HYH(not writing real name), insisted on me walking her back to her place, instead of dropping her exactly there since the other guy we had to send was a bit outta the way and the car could pick me up from her place later. Then, on the road, we saw this truck carrying logs and the logs were down and the car seems smashed and the driver was out of his seat and kinda fainted on his seat. My grannies asked my mom to go check it out. Then, while we drove on, after my grannies insisted we sent HYH back to her apartment, my grandad made a joke about someone coming out in our house. (now, in reality, we have A LOT OF people in my house in burma, like my uncle's nurse, servants and chauffeurs). People were laughing and my grannies were happily making jokes at random people from the house coming out. I joined in the joke conversation and my grandad shut me up. Then, something in my head told me that my mom was gonna die, killed or raped by the truck driver who wasn't actually dead and that it was a plan for my grannies to kill her cos she was fine with me being gay.
Now, that's what I woke up and checked my phone for time and there it was, Stevie's message saying 'Men are idiots".
Now, I don't know how to analyze this dream but for SOME intuitive reasons, I won't see this dream as something good.... hmm
In Reality:
My grandparents and uncle and mom still don't know I'm gay.
My sister does.
I am currently actively dating an HIV positive man.
My uncle's back home, paralyzed and can't walk.. It's been 20 years now I think.
I currently graduated.
In the Dream:
So. it started with a ceremony. I think it was my graduation. Now, normally I shouldn't know this much about my dream but my dream was somewhere in july or august. And we were going to this ceremony. We were on the train and my grannies and uncle went into a room on the train and locked themselves in it. Mom, sis and I wondered what was wrong. We couldn't go in. Then, when they finally came out, we were on our way to a movie, part of the whole celebratory ceremonial plan. We kinda tried to ask people around what the whole deal about grannies in the room with uncle thing was. Then, my granddad announced that we shall continue this meeting later. However, I heard from some people that my uncle was gonna die soon and had limited time. So, we watched the movie about this guy called Michael who died of HIV in real life(in my dream); so it was a bit of a non-fictional movie. He died during January, February era of that same year. So, after the movie, we went back to this ceremonial hall and took pics. ANYONE WHO'S ANYONE I KNOW was there. We took pics and during the way back to the ceremony before this pic taking moment, we were on a train with my mom and sis and some friends of mine, who brought up this thing about me being gay. Mom, subtly, didn't mind. She made a joke and said something along the line of 'there's nothing she could do and at least it's better than *made something really bad comparisons*". We hugged and I was happy. Now, the ceremony ended. And my grannies, mom, sis and two friends were in a car. One of my friends, HYH(not writing real name), insisted on me walking her back to her place, instead of dropping her exactly there since the other guy we had to send was a bit outta the way and the car could pick me up from her place later. Then, on the road, we saw this truck carrying logs and the logs were down and the car seems smashed and the driver was out of his seat and kinda fainted on his seat. My grannies asked my mom to go check it out. Then, while we drove on, after my grannies insisted we sent HYH back to her apartment, my grandad made a joke about someone coming out in our house. (now, in reality, we have A LOT OF people in my house in burma, like my uncle's nurse, servants and chauffeurs). People were laughing and my grannies were happily making jokes at random people from the house coming out. I joined in the joke conversation and my grandad shut me up. Then, something in my head told me that my mom was gonna die, killed or raped by the truck driver who wasn't actually dead and that it was a plan for my grannies to kill her cos she was fine with me being gay.
Now, that's what I woke up and checked my phone for time and there it was, Stevie's message saying 'Men are idiots".
Now, I don't know how to analyze this dream but for SOME intuitive reasons, I won't see this dream as something good.... hmm
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