Dreaming

Tom and I are arguing; I feel really angry and frustrated with him. I get two knives out of the kitchen drawer and go into the dining room with them, but I no longer feel angry. I go into the kitchen to find Tom standing with his back to me by one of the sides. I go behind him and jokingly run the big knife along the top of his shoulder muscle. It splits right open, and he starts to bleed badly. I look at the wound; it is massive, and I realise it is life-threatening. Tom is angry, I am angry, but I say sorry and that I didn’t mean to harm him; he knows that I didn’t. I tell him I will call an ambulance, but he doesn’t want me to. I know that whatever the consequences for me, I must phone for help or he could die.

Tom goes out to the garden, so I phone for an ambulance, in a surprisingly calm manner. I am passed through to someone who asks a really irrelevant questionnaire; I can’t believe that I can’t bypass that and speak to someone urgently about what’s happened.

I go into the study where I find that Tom has died. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders and that I finally have what I need. I feel at peace and relaxed. There are no negative consequences to my actions.

Responding

I think the dream is telling me that it’s absolutely the right decision for me to start making plans to leave Tom. What we had in the beginning and what I always hoped to rekindle has died, or rather, been killed off and can’t be saved.

I can also see that the dream is showing me about blame and responsibility, and that there will be no negative consequences to me leaving. It will only be a positive thing.