When my Dad´d died he came to my dreams. He was only 50% visible and never talked. But he was there.
Staring at me.
Same happened with my Mum.
She moved, though.
Now... it´s been a long time, and when I dream of them I do not see them anymore, but they talk.
We "interact".
Tom published this article just after I dreamed of doing some, oh I think we packed up stuff, Dad and me.
I think panic sets in, so I dream of their support so much?
From tomorrow on I´ll get no money no more from the state - I will not depend on Ingo. My parents gave me two condos to rent, so, "all nearly good".
I payed in for 17 years into the state,like into an insurance..., got no help as for further training or such, even when I asked, they seem to read "graduated engineer - nope, can do it by herself".
Why only 17 years?
Broke my arm, got treated wrong, nearly lost my right hand, took a year, then I studied.
Took one semester off to visit Australia.
Ingo had to get two more cuppas of water with the smell of coffee until the lille guy was satisfied and likely jumped like crazy all day!...
Well, actually it was like this: The Wallaby came to me, why ever, I had no food. I saw his claws, he tried to touch me! - and I was like "Ingo!.... Ingo!!!!" and Ingo took care.
Studied.
Finished.
Went to Australia for another - only - seven months-trip.
Ingo feeds everyone. Animals, cars... me, also.
Architecture was down, blablabla, started at zero after trying hard and long to find a job.
Digitalized my work and found the way to IT.
Being an engineer, I started at zero as a trainee, cause I wanted to.
Took 3 months.
Then a job, finally! IT analyst.
Then... new boss, blablabla...
Diesel-affair, wrong medication 3 times ...
That took up LOT of time!
Our "visitors", thank you Merkel, get money and never worked here.
One called me "Hello, whore", even when I was fully dressed - well, he, they - "they", you never see them alone - could see my "naked" hands.
How to get a job in these times. Starting at ZERO just once again???
JUST ONCE AGAIN.
I am sick of it all.
Sometimes I wish I could call my Mum for real and ask for advice.
Or just run away.
They come back in my dreams. My parents, former work mates, company-cars. Stupid work I never did like... filling tubes..
I think we all look for some happiness these days especially... safety.
That was taken on my way to work...
23 comments:
You always have so beautiful memories that you share with us ...
I was 14 when my father died ... I can't be bothered by him! And he no longer comes into my dreams ... I am actually afraid of dreams ... I'll tell you another time why
Fortunately everything went well with your arm. Speaking of the money ... you really can't trust the insurance anymore! They are real thieves with diplomas
The drawing from below is so beautiful!
Enjoy your day, here is not so sunny today, but will be fine this afternoon!
A little BIG hug for you! xoxo
I hate those "real" dreams, too, frightening. If too private feel free to share yours via e-mail, OK?
That arm. I call it cucumber-arm. It´s OK, but I can never play badminton or such again. And I loved that. But I am thankful my right hand is tip-top! :-)
The money. The state. I think Germany is a caring country. And I am thankful. But it shifted the wrong way. I also have to pay my health insurance privately now.
The drawing was a pic and Ingo found... I have to ask what online tool that was. The pic is from my archive, I didn´t drive for 3 years now.
Yep, sun is peeking out, to a great day and a little BIG hug too you xoxo
Ich versuche so weit wie möglich 'Hier und jetzt' zu leben - was vorbei ist, ist vorbei. Wir können nur nach Vorne schauen. Auch wenn Alles früher vielleicht schöner und besser war. Irgendwie geht's immer weiter. Dir einen schönen Tag! GlG, Valerie
Du hast ja recht, aber meine Träume kann ich leider nicht beeinflussen - sonst wär ich jede Nacht irgendwo Schönes im Urlaub ;-)
Auf einen schönen Tag und GlG, Iris
Oh what beautiful memories you share with us Iris! I am so amazed on how you guys traveled across Australia with that awesome Nissan and that photo og Ingo with the wallaby looks super super cute! I feel touched by your sharing about your mom and dad on your dreams and I seldom get visits from my mom on my dreams but when she does, I always end up waking like every single cell of my body has been recharged and refueled, have you also experienced that? Oh I miss my Mom so much.
Happy Weekend my friend Iris! Sending hugs from the Philippines!
Stevenson
Stevenson, I am sorry you lost your Mom, also.
I always wake up sad from such dreams.
Yes, that car was super great. It was a vehicle to drive, to eat in if it rains, and certainly our bedroom. Before we had a Holden Commodore, not that comphy ;-)
Dear friend, a happy weekend to you, too! Bet your temps beat our nasty ones - although 17C is a big up already!
Dreams are perplexing, sometimes very sad. But they seem to tell us so much about ourselves.
be well... mae at maefood.blogspot.com
...I have memories, but I don't dream the way many people do. Hand on the good and let the rest fall to the wayside.
Mae, yes, that is the frightening part. What you oush aside when awake comes back in the night...
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Tom, lucky you!
Life sounds so challenging and I sometimes fear it will become even more so. I so wish I could dream about my parents, I wish I could remember the dreams, even if I couldn't see them.
I am grateful you share your memories here. It helps keep them alive.
That is true, as long as we don´t forget them they are here somehow...
But it hurts at times and I never wake up well from this, just confused and sad.
What A Wonderfully Heart Felt Post - Also, Enjoyed The 'To Siblings' Post As Well - Have A Stellar Weekend
Cheers
I've had dreams that I still remember vividly. Back when I had my truck, I would be driving it really fast (in the dream) and it would go out of control. It kind of reflected my life at the time. We were going to move but we didn't know where or how. The town we lived in was not a friendly town and it was extremely hard to get work. In the dreams, I would be traveling so fast but I never crashed. I took it as believing even though our lives were crazy at the time, we were going to be alright and we were and we were. I had numerous dreams like that. Now that I don't drive, I'm always a passenger when in a vehicle. :)
Have a lovely evening, Iris. Nice and sunny here once again. :)
Thank you for sharing you personal memories.(and your frustration).
The photo of the light at the end of the tunnel is beautiful.
You mention Photoshop in your comment to me. But I don't use photoshop for those little collages. I do them on my iphone with a free app called Project Life by Becky Higgins. I have spent 1.45 eur on the ability to write text on the photos, otherwise I have spent nothing. It takes me all of 5 minutes to put them together every evening. (provided I have taken some photos that day).
Have a lovely weekend,
Hugs,
Lisca
You dream a lot, but I never do. I don't know why. Anyway, it is too bad you cannot ask your mother for advice during these bad times. I hope there is light at the end of the tunnel.
I miss my parents as well - and now I find I am the "old one" that gets asked things. Sometimes life feels like you are jumping from one disaster to another and can lead to breakdowns in health if not careful (personal experience). I've learnt that it is worth making the effort to focus on happy memories and keep my thoughts optimistic and positive. All the positive-thinking gurus say you bring into your life what you are thinking about the most, and I am inclined to agree with them. But it is much easier said than done :)
Never give up hope. There is always light at the end of the tunnel, Mxx
Padre, thank you and a wonderful weekend to you, too!
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Oh, Bill, awful, I know what you mean, they can be so darn real, these dreams!
Last night I dreamed I went back into flat sharing - with Ingo.
Being the passenger is even worse! Cloudy today, but to a good one none the less :-)
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Lisca, I cannot work on my cell. Not even really on my laptop - but thank you for the info and sorry for the frustration, argh it haunts me!
To a great weekend anyways and hugs from here!
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gigi, lucky you! Both Ingo and I woke up from bad dreams this morning... Yes, hope is there...
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Margaret, I´m the old one, too, yet my brother tells me off ;-)
Yes, as I broke my arm my said, too, "think positive or it will go wrong!" I´ll give my best Ixx
Sorry to hear your benefits are being cut Iris,not fair when you have worked and discounted towards your social security.
I hardly ever dream and when I do as soon as I wake up I forget what I dreamed about.
I'm sure better times will come, keep well Iris.
Sami, yes,it is not fair, I think so, also. Especially as they did not help me with further training.
I keep darn dreams for days. Last night Ingo and I went into flat-sharing with a friend I lost to arrogance in my dream. Let´s keep well and if dreams: Good ones!
Too bad about your benefits. It doesn't seem right, but then so little does these days. I didn't know you were an engineer. I am surrounded by engineers, so that is a good thing. And dreaming of your parents. I'm sure they want you to know they are with you. I hope your weekend is going well. Hugs-Erika
Sorry I missed this post. I'll explain later. I dream (I KNOW I DREAM), but I never remember them. My mentor at my final uni studied dreams and dream behavior. He told me stress caused me to not remember my dreams. I am sorry to read about your loss of benefits. There should be something you can do about it, but I'm sure you've looked into it. Engineering jobs are HOT. I can't understand why you weren't snatched up immediately.
I rarely remember dreams, but am aware of sometimes dreaming of my late mother.
Sorry your arm was treated wrong. Thank you for sharing your stories.
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