Dead body

My Mother’s Dead Body

   Dream Journal

I WAS A TEENAGER LIVING AT HOME. My mum had (in my dream) always been nasty to me, but nice to my younger sister. We found out why. She had a son who she lost contact with when young. He suddenly turned up. He was black. She revealed she never loved me, only him. Then she died. Her black son took all her possessions as an inheritance and left me with nothing.

I put my dead mother’s body under a table in the living room because the Tuesday evening book study group was arriving soon. They arrived and the book study took place. Someone noticed the body. It seemed to be moving and making snoring noises, but it was still dead. Meanwhile, I was sitting out of the study in the adjacent room playing games at a table with a child.

Suddenly I was older. I was married but getting divorced. My wife was there. She was acting all sweet to the group of Jehovah’s Witnesses. My dad was telling me he was leaving the religion and that he knew my wife was abusive to be. Then my wife fell on the fireplace and had an epileptic seizure.

I ran upstairs. A group of Jehovah’s Witnesses followed me. They started planning how to restructure the house. I spoke with one called David and told him I was still disfellowshipped. He couldn’t believe it had been 2 years and none of the elders had helped me.