Brittany_Lynn
I like dinosaurs :3
I've been having a rough couple of weeks, but surprisingly, I'm feeling very happy most of the time. My job is so hard, yet so much fun--I started a job as a lead teacher for 3 year olds in a day care, full time, in August. BUT...I have one 18 month old, three 2 year olds, and three 3 year olds...they're such a handful! So I'm stressed from all that work...
Also, I've been living off of pennies because I need to find an apartment to move in on NOVEMBER 1st... :headdesk: I'm stressing out about finding a place soon because I don't want to have to move back in with my mother...she sure won't be pleased about my chins...but they're staying. No ifs ands or buts about it.
My cell phone was shut off because somehow my boyfriend used 1000 extra minutes one month, and the phone bill was $320...he doesn't have a job, so he refused to pay for it, and I can't pay it, so my mom just had to add a line to her plan so that I would have a telephone. Meanwhile I owe AT&T $500...I also owe money to my boyfriend, my mom, my ex-roommate, and Capital one...
The reason for this long explanation is that I THINK that all of the above stress is manifesting itself in nightmares, because I'm otherwise happy. But these nightmares are really bothering me, and I wondered if anyone had any suggestions, or thoughts on why I'm having them...
Firstly, I keep having this recurring nightmare where Ivan and Orson are running around together in the bathroom, and I open the door to leave but Orson tries to run out, so I slam it shut on him and kill him. Then I open it to try to save him, pull him out, and when I go to shut it again, I slam it shut on Ivan this time, and then I'm left holding the two of them in my hands. But they don't die right away, they twitch and make whimpering sounds like they're in pain, and look at me the whole time.
Then I had a nightmare a few days ago where Florence, my hamster who passed away, is sick. I try to fix her, but I make her worse, and I think she's going to die, but she doesn't, so I try to fix her again and it just makes it worse again, but she still doesn't die...I just get stuck with this feeling of helplessness combined with the feeling that I am the one 'killing' her. It goes on forever and she doesn't die but I just know she's going to...but I wake up before it happens.
The last one I had was weird because I've never owned a guinea pig, but I dreamt that I had this beautiful orange and brown female guinea pig. She was so cute and lovely...then I realize that she's pregnant, and she's not going to be able to deliver the babies because she's too small, so I decide I have to put her out of her pain and misery, and because I don't have enough money to euthanize her, I decide to do it myself. I put her on the grass outside and put a brick on top of her, and run away. A few hours later I come back and lift it up so I can bury her, but I find out instead that I succeeded in pushing the babies out for her, and she's been lying under there the whole time, getting better somehow. But I'm afraid for some reason, and I take the brick and hit her with it, then I bury her (still kind of alive) in a shallow grave, and throw the brick on top.
That one left me with the worst feeling. I don't know why.
I don't know if any of this has to do with the incident with my grandparents killing the kittens and cats a few months ago, or if it's supressed guilt from Orson/Ivan/Florence's death, or just stress, but I'm so frustrated, and I just want the nightmares to STOP. You know?
*sigh* thoughts and such would be appreciated...
Also, I've been living off of pennies because I need to find an apartment to move in on NOVEMBER 1st... :headdesk: I'm stressing out about finding a place soon because I don't want to have to move back in with my mother...she sure won't be pleased about my chins...but they're staying. No ifs ands or buts about it.
My cell phone was shut off because somehow my boyfriend used 1000 extra minutes one month, and the phone bill was $320...he doesn't have a job, so he refused to pay for it, and I can't pay it, so my mom just had to add a line to her plan so that I would have a telephone. Meanwhile I owe AT&T $500...I also owe money to my boyfriend, my mom, my ex-roommate, and Capital one...
The reason for this long explanation is that I THINK that all of the above stress is manifesting itself in nightmares, because I'm otherwise happy. But these nightmares are really bothering me, and I wondered if anyone had any suggestions, or thoughts on why I'm having them...
Firstly, I keep having this recurring nightmare where Ivan and Orson are running around together in the bathroom, and I open the door to leave but Orson tries to run out, so I slam it shut on him and kill him. Then I open it to try to save him, pull him out, and when I go to shut it again, I slam it shut on Ivan this time, and then I'm left holding the two of them in my hands. But they don't die right away, they twitch and make whimpering sounds like they're in pain, and look at me the whole time.
Then I had a nightmare a few days ago where Florence, my hamster who passed away, is sick. I try to fix her, but I make her worse, and I think she's going to die, but she doesn't, so I try to fix her again and it just makes it worse again, but she still doesn't die...I just get stuck with this feeling of helplessness combined with the feeling that I am the one 'killing' her. It goes on forever and she doesn't die but I just know she's going to...but I wake up before it happens.
The last one I had was weird because I've never owned a guinea pig, but I dreamt that I had this beautiful orange and brown female guinea pig. She was so cute and lovely...then I realize that she's pregnant, and she's not going to be able to deliver the babies because she's too small, so I decide I have to put her out of her pain and misery, and because I don't have enough money to euthanize her, I decide to do it myself. I put her on the grass outside and put a brick on top of her, and run away. A few hours later I come back and lift it up so I can bury her, but I find out instead that I succeeded in pushing the babies out for her, and she's been lying under there the whole time, getting better somehow. But I'm afraid for some reason, and I take the brick and hit her with it, then I bury her (still kind of alive) in a shallow grave, and throw the brick on top.
That one left me with the worst feeling. I don't know why.
I don't know if any of this has to do with the incident with my grandparents killing the kittens and cats a few months ago, or if it's supressed guilt from Orson/Ivan/Florence's death, or just stress, but I'm so frustrated, and I just want the nightmares to STOP. You know?
*sigh* thoughts and such would be appreciated...