So I've been doing EMDR for a few months, as some of you may already know.. latest target has to do with my dad and it released a lot of anger and frustration.
Last night I had this extremely violent dream that ended with a fight to the death with my dad or something that represented him, and in this particular dream I won. I think it may symbolize me fighting against the part of him that stays with me in my head to this day.
I'll note that in the past I've often had violent dreams, but this one was super incredibly violent and it ended with a really gory death. And strangely enough, when I woke up I was smiling and feeling really awesome about it for a few seconds until I got my bearings. Weird stuff. Now I feel strange about the dream but part of me still feels happy that, at least in this particular dream, I destroyed a monster.
Me, 32. DD, 8. DS, 6 (deceased).
D-Day was April 2012. Divorced Jul 2013. Moved ~1000 miles away (as the crow flies) Jul 2014.