Can Someone Tell Me What My Dream Means?

Question by CutiePie Jaz: Can someone tell me what my dream means?
Today, well last night, entering morning, I dream of my eating disorder (tendencies, only because I was 5 pounds away from being underweight.) . After leaving it, and letting it go, and not even have it creep it’s way in my head for SO long, I dream of it. I was so frustrated! Here is what happened:

It starts off me in the kitchen with my mom. We are just cleaning out the refrigerator when she shows me like 3 different things asking if we should throw them away. It was Vanilla, something else, and v8 fruit drinks. I said to throw them out and then started feeling sick to my stomach. I was standing over a trash can, and the trash bag had already been removed to throw food away in. Mom started asking me, “Are you okay?”, “You alright?”. I said “No, that stuff makes me feel sick.” I say as I point at the 3 items. “Why?” she asks. I can’t answer because I start throwing up in the empty trash can. Not on purpose, I just couldn’t control it.

Fast forward (I don’t know why dreams do that.) I was in a restaurant with my family, it wasn’t very fancy, just a little place we go to a lot. I was sitting on the left side of the table with my brother, parents on the right. As we were eating, Mom asked me if everything was ok, because I had gotten sick earlier today. I told her yeah I was fine. That it was just one of those really weird things, I told her I was on my period. I asked to be excused as I took my last bite of food. I went to the restroom, and then the dream showed my mom outside the bathroom stall. That was that.

Fast forward again. I get to see myself for the first time, my full body, and I’m thin, not scary thin, just thin enough for others to see I’ve lost some weight. I looked as if I wore a size 3. I was wearing mint green shorts, like the kind you go running in, they were short enough for me to see my legs were thinner. With a white tee shirt and a matching zip up jacket over it, with my iPod in my ears. I was standing looking at myself in the mirror fixing my hair, in the living room.

My mom comes and taps me on the shoulder and says you’ve got a doctors appointment remember, “Yep, I remember.” I get in the car and we are driving to the doctors office, I run my fingers over my lip, my dream zooms in on my scared knuckles and then shows my mom looking at them. We continue driving and we begin getting into farmland, we pull into this big hospital. I say, “this isn’t the normal doctors office.” Mom says, ” I know, there offices moved into this big clinic.” I don’t say anything.

When we pull into the parking lot, we walk through the big glass doors, we check in at the receptionist desk, she gave me a big smile and a nurse guided us to a room. It all checked out and looked just like the normal doctors office I’d go to normally. The doctor walked in and smiled. Fast forward, the doctor pulls my mom out of the room. I watch from the room, looking through the small square window on the door. My mom just looks calm, like she understands something. I walk out of the room as mom motions for me to come out, the doctor then says “Bea, you’ve got an eating disorder, bulimia.”

I stand in awe, not realizing the words coming out of his mouth. Thinking to myself I can’t have one. How? Why? How do they know? Then the doctor starts saying “The uncontrollable vomiting, scars on your knuckles, your body weight.” As he is saying these things the pictures of things that had happened in the dream come up again. I see the part where I enter the restroom, I see when my mom saw the scars on my knuckles, I see my body, and how thin I was. I just stand in disbelief. Then I realize, I never really believed I had an eating disorder.

The whole time I was unaware of the harm, or I chose to block out the purging. I just felt like it was something I had to do. I chose to say I was alright, and because I chose that I never realized the pain behind it all. The dream ends by me walking out of the doctors room, and through to double doors, the clinic changes as I walk through the double doors and becomes a hospital. My mom has her arm around me as we walk out. I don’t say anything. My fingers are grazing my lips, my hood is up, and I shut everything out.

As we drive home, I’m still in the same position unchanged. We go home, we walk in like what happened was nothing. Mom sits the keys down on the kitchen counter. She goes into the room with my dad and they talk about everything. Once again I see my body, the same as it looked before we went to the hospital. I cry silently because I know recovery will have to begin. I’m being admitted.


Can someone tell me what this may have meant?

Best answer:

Answer by Guru kool
Cutie Pie that was a long dream sequence and surprisingly you remembered it all. You surely are obsessed and worried about your weight. You need medical support for sure to balance out your weight problem. At the same time you are sick of your family members haggling over you to eat more.

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