Running under water
This is one of the early dreams I had shortly after Tom’s sudden death. I was struggeling to understand, to accept that he was gone.
I find myself in a strange place where water is flowing everywhere. I am desperately trying to get to the place where Tom lived, but the tight current prevents me from swimming. Instead, I start running on the bottom, holding my breath. After a while I reach the house. I enter and start searching in his stuff, hoping to find the answer to what happened to him. Suddenly, a friend of Tom’s is standing in the doorway with her daughter. I want to explain why I’m there and the reason why I’m so desperately messing up Tom’s belongings. At the same moment I become overwhelmed with grief and can’t say a word to her. I burst into heavy crying.
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