I have one recurring nightmare that surprises me once in a while for many years now. The one where my mom dies in a kitchen fire and my eight siblings have to keep going without her amid school, sports, and aliens. Nightmares don’t always make sense, but it’s recurrence makes me wonder what I subconsciously worry about.
Do I fear being thrust into a situation I’m not ready for? Losing people I love? Invasion of my peaceful world? Even though this is a 20-year-old dream, it’s unhinged yet rational events come true in so many ways in real life I have to evaluate if I am addressing those problems now or simply ignoring them.
The problem is, in dreams, the tangible problems are usually easy to identify and target. Real life is more complicated and messy.