Death In My Dreams

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Night before last, I had another of those odd dreams. I dreamt I was sharing a lover with monilove, and that when I found out what was happening, I took off.
I returned to this house I had been staying in before moving in with said man and monilove. The house I returned to, I shared with a gay man I met since I’ve been in England.

That’s a bit of a story, one I don’t think I can go into too much detail about. Mostly I didn’t like the elements of control he was trying to implement in our friendship–he was trying to tell me who my friends could be, who I should make alliances with, and telling me that to be his friend I had to abandon another friend, and as far as I was concerned that is a no no. My mother couldn’t tell me who my friends were at age eight, but this man I just met is going to tell me who they are. This was complicated because this man practices Santeria, and organises a group that I used to meet with. For me it smacked too much of the kind of control attempted with me by my former spiritual mother and her lackeys. So I pulled out, and have not gone back to the meetups.

In the dream, when I got to the house I was sharing with this man, there was no one there, so I started to gather up my things I had left at the house. I waited and waited; night fell and I was still waiting. The next morning I got up and thought to myself that it was strange that no one was there… I continued to wait, thinking that there was no way that they’d be gone for so long. I waited all day, falling asleep on the couch. I woke in the night time, when someone came in.

The person who came in was my ‘friend’s’ partner–incidentally looking nothing like the man I know to be my ‘friend’s’ partner–and when he got there, he asked me what I was doing there, and I told him I’d come back. Then I asked for my ‘friend’. This look passed over his partner’s face and he came and sat down next to me on the couch, and then told me that my friend had died. He got infected with something and died.

I was very upset, because the last time I had seen him (in the dream) we didn’t part on good terms, and now he was dead we’d never settle our beef. His partner put his arm around my shoulder while I cried, and that’s when I woke up.

Now, for my part, when I dream of death it tends to precipitate a spurt of spiritual growth, and when I woke up I wasn’t upset or anything, just curious as to why him…. it’s rare for me that I dream people like that. However, for sure I know it’s related to something spiritual. Death usually means new life in dreams.

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