Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 1/21/2022
By GuppyFang
I was at my grandma’s old house with my husband and baby and we were destitute and trying to make money somehow. We were driving in a rundown used car, a red hatchback with our baby in the backseat. We found ourselves trying to walk through some sort of amusement park and we somehow ended up on a roller coaster going up. I’ve became concerned because it was going to be a huge drop and the baby would fly out of its seat. He was sitting behind us. Or that’s what I thought until I turned around and saw the baby wasn’t even with us. We went down the huge drop. Next I was back in the house and my dad and a different wife and family were also in the house. I dream a lot about my dad having a different family. My dad and I were in my bedroom and my baby was now three or four years old. He came in the room asking for cough medicine. I asked him why he needed it because I was worried he was just pretending to be sick for the attention. I knew I wasn’t giving him enough attention but I just didn’t have the energy. My dad said why don’t you just give it to him so I did just to get him to leave. My dad and I were planning something I don’t know what. This whole dream I increasingly felt depressed and trapped. I found myself out of the house and planning something with a different man other than my husband, a white guy with brown hair around my age. He was fun to talk to and I was starting to feel a little bit of freedom and my depression lifting. I am back at the house now and my husband has become mean because he found out that I was out with a another man. He gives me a blackeye by punching me and tells me that I am never to leave this house again unless I am with him. I am afraid and offer him sex, fighting over him to try and not get hit again. I am in that automatic fight flight freeze or fawn mode. He gives me these pictures to hold and says he will have sex with me but not facing me because he doesn’t want to look at me and for some reason I have to hold these pictures. That sounds like too much and I just don’t have the energy so I start crying and saying no we don’t need to do that. My husband says OK but now I am trapped and I am extremely depressed.