My Most Impactful Dream

Let me et the scene real quick. I was 6, my parents were a few months away from getting divorced, but little me did not know that. My father worked late at a restaurant. He was also an alcoholic. Apparently, my empathetic ass could feel his pain, Lets get into it.

In the actual dream I was originally asleep, but as I entered the dream I woke up. My room from where I was facing had a window to the left, a closet to the right, and a couple feet straight ahead was my bedroom door. I awoke confused, a little groggy, how one would normally wake up in the middle of the night, I suppose. Sometimes, my father would come in from work around 1–3 in the morning. I remember it being around 3. I knew he had come into my bedroom, laid next to me, and fell asleep. Sometimes, he’d just rather sleep in here than with my mother, but he wasn’t in my bed anymore. I thought maybe he’d fallen off, and said fuck it just to fall back asleep on the floor. I remember thinking, no, that’s too uncomfortable, he must’ve made a pallet. I lean over to check the right side of the bed near the closet. He wasn’t there. I sat up straight to check the other side, taking note that the room was very bright for the middle of the night. I look over the left and find the pallet I was expecting, with all the usual blankets we used, and a single pillow.

I look up. The blinds, and curtains are pulled all the way back to reveal my windows in their entirety, as well as the neighborhood, and night sky. The moon was full. I hear my dad sniffle, and look over to him. He’s leaning against the window, facing the moon. It was casting such a vibrant blue tint over my entire bedroom, and I felt peaceful, but there was a heavy blanket of dread in the air.

He was clutching his chest, and silently crying, still facing the window, saying “it hurts Ashley, it hurts.” I responded with the obvious, what hurts? I had to ask multiple times before I got an actual answer. He turned around, dropped his hand, and said “my heart” “my heart hurts Ashley” And I bet it did. His heart was beating out of his concaved chest. It was bruised badly. His entire chest was covered in purple, blue, and yellow. And the pain in his eyes when he said it, the look he gave me, said ‘and its going to continue hurting, and there’s nothing either of us can do about it’. I tried to tell him through tears, to go to the hospital. That he needs a doctor. Begging him to please take care of himself, but all he kept saying was “it hurts”.

I’m open to interpretations, as well as others dreams. Feel free to try, and dissect this if you wish lol