Tuesday, November 12, 2024

My Bizarre Dream - interpreted by CHAT GPT


Good morning Crystal,

It’s November 12, 2024, I woke up at 4:20 am after having the most bizarre dream. I woke up as soon as I realized that Jim was a twin. Here’s what I remember about the dream. I was watching the two of them (in my dream) sitting side by side, looking identical, sitting at their computer, watching a little video game (sorta) while on the phone with a government official… they were in the middle of reporting identity fraud – I remember thinking this was an odd – but a cool way do customer service. The woman helped the two brothers navigate the video game, she was like their guide showing them that they were next to speak to a judge. The woman on the phone was telling them that judge will see them right away because they take identity theft “very seriously”. I remember thinking… “Good, as they should”… and it was for the first time that I realized that I had never seen Jim and his twin side by side like that before… that’s when it hit me… have I been dealing with two entirely different personalities this whole time? Which “Jim” loves me more? Which Jim is more insecure? Which Jim has more of a temper? Which Jim hates me enough to scream in my face and call me names until I’m crying and begging for mercy with a pair of scissors in my hand, threatening to kill myself? Which Jim is cool with me doing things with my mom, with my friends and by myself? Which Jim would rather keep me to himself? My world started spinning, I remember holding my fingers to the temples of head as my world started spinning…. I felt as if I was having a panic attack in this dream, realizing that I wasn’t just married to one Jim… I was married to both of them. I remember thinking… how can I get rid of the other… and if I figured it out… would he go willing? Or would I have to kill him?                                                                                                          

I was tossing and turning in the bed, I could tell, realizing in that moment that I was dreaming, but the thought was still lingering… racing through my mind the logic of what I was just dreaming about. Could it be true? Could I be living with two different men this entire time and not even know about it? Could they have been switching in and out… like an understudy does in a major Broadway play? If so… where has the other one been for the last 19 years? Is this why we’ve never been able to move and we’ve had to live so close to his parents? Is this why one seems to grieve his mother more than the other? Is this why one seems to enjoy his father more than the other? Is this why one seems to enjoy his kids more than the other? Is this why Jim couldn’t speak words to me when I craved them but then he could come up with the sweetest things to say when I least expected it? The whole realization was stirring me awake… continuing to find the string of logic, the string of truth – as if I was still realizing that the truth was that “Jim” was really 2 brothers pretending NOT to be twins. Perhaps one was named Buel, and called Buel as a kid – while the other was James, and called Jimmy… but Buel was a bully, a meany, a troublemaker, an angry, hateful hermit that just wanted to be left alone… but it was Jimmy who was kind, soft, charming and romantic. I wanted all of it to be true because it now all of a sudden made so much sense. That’s when I actually woke up, my eyes were wide awake, I looked at the dark room, realizing that it was still very early. I wondered if I had set the alarm and if this was my body’s way of getting me up on time… I remember thinking… wow, what a bizarre dream – too bad it isn’t true… because Jim has been (and always will be) an only child. I looked at the clock and saw that it said 4:20 am… I stayed there for a moment, trying to convince myself to just go back to sleep… but this dream was too much of an “ah-ha” to go back to bed. So I started to analyze it, deeply. What does this dream mean? Could Jim really have two personalities maybe hidden inside of him, one trying to dominate and control everything – the other one just wanting to make peace and get along? What if Jim really was a twin… maybe in his mother’s womb… but then he ATE the other twin, you know – in the womb? I’ve heard of this before, haven’t you?

Yes, what if the “good Jimmy” is trapped inside the mean one – trying to get out – trying to break free? He’s rarely seen (for the first 15 years of our marriage) but I knew he was in there – I kept doing my best to coax him out. I put on the mask, twisted into a pretzel, said what I needed to say in attempts to make Jim be nice to me… and when that didn’t work, when he was screaming and yelling and accusing me of things I didn’t do – I crumbled to the floor, I locked myself into the bathroom and grabbed kid scissors and attempted to slit my wrists… what if it was the MEAN JIM that made me do all that? And it’s only been recently that the mean Jim has allowed the nice Jim to make appearances… or maybe – my Jim is Twin dream theory is true… maybe it’s only been recently that “Buel the Bully” has allowed “Jimmy the Nice” come over to the house more often… he allows him to interact with the family on his behalf, knowing that he doesn’t do it very well all the time. He even allows Nice Jimmy to make love to his wife sometimes too which is a very big step for Buel because we all know how jealous Buel can be. But Buel can’t know that Jimmy makes love better than Buel. Jimmy is softer, more cuddly, likes foreplay and is considerate. Buel just takes what he wants in the matter of minutes – discarding me like a $2 prostitute… leaving me to wonder how I fell in love with him at all. I haven’t “made love” with Buel in a very long time. I doubt Buel can even get it up anymore – that’s probably why he’s sent Jimmy in his place to be with me.

Doesn’t this dream all just sound too bizarre to be true? But the concept is just wild enough for me to make it make sense… you know? That’s when I realized that I wanted to share this with Jim. But what would I say… that I wish it were true? Because then the last 19 years of my life would have finally made sense? I remember thinking... I should tell my therapist… or maybe I should share this with our marriage therapist on Monday… oh shoot, Monday? That’s when I realized that YESTERDAY was Monday – and today is now Tuesday. Oh shoot! Dang! F*ck me man – did we really just miss our Monday night therapy session? We must have been so thrown off on Monday (being Veterans Day) that we completely forgot our therapy session! Ok… now I’m WIDE awake. Now we’re going to have a charge on our flex card for a missed appointment – dang it Crystal!?! How could you forget? How could Jim forget… I know how... Jim was working on Brooklyn’s car all day – all day, for the last 3 days… his weekend did not turn out like he had hoped... this put a damper in my weekend too because it threw me off of my routine. Last night I was more focused on my homework due for school – I even forgot to feed myself ACTUAL food – I was stressing so hard about how we had ALL lost the last 3 days because of Brooklyn’s dang car – but kept trying to live in gratitude that Jim was ABLE to fix it… we didn’t have to pay to have a mechanic fix it, we didn’t have to give up and tell our daughter that his efforts were all for nothing. She has a running car now… she’s 16 and ready to get her driver’s license and now she can do the driver's test in her very own car! We were so thrilled last night that we completely didn’t realize it was Monday, therapy night day – to us, it felt like Sunday, the last of our 3 day weekend before having to return back to work. Dang it… I’m going to have to call Gabby and ask her to charge a different card for that missed appointment. I am so disappointed with myself for forgetting. Yes… these were all the thoughts that I was having shortly after waking up – I thought about going back to bed (after using the restroom) but instead, I just opened the door and came straight to the computer. The time is now 5:03am – this tells me that I can write about 1200 words in about a half hour… dang Crystal, is that fast?"

With all that being said… I think it’s rather interesting of an idea… two men, living as one – because they aren’t “whole” without each other… sounds like the plot to an thriller/mystery novel. Right? So I convinced myself to get out of bed and go write this down Crystal… you never know if this could bizarre dream could be the first of many novels that you’d love to one day write about.

 

Conversation with CHAT GPT about my dream…

Me: how are you with dream interpretation?

ChatGPT said:

I can definitely help interpret dreams! Dream interpretation often considers themes, symbols, and your personal feelings or experiences related to the dream's elements. If you have a specific dream you want to explore, feel free to share the details, and we can break down the symbols and possible meanings to find insights that might resonate with you.

Me: (copy & pasted dream from above)

ChatGPT said:

Your dream seems to be revealing deep feelings and conflicts about your husband’s personality. The "twin" symbolizes dual aspects of his character, perhaps highlighting contradictions you’ve experienced in him—one side being loving and soft, and the other being critical or harsh. This split could represent your mind's way of processing feelings about inconsistencies you feel in the relationship. The idea of "two men living as one" also shows a sense of entrapment or the feeling that you're constantly navigating both personalities, seeking the “real” partner.

Dreams like this often serve as a space for your subconscious to explore and even provide clarity about unresolved emotions. The “identity theft” aspect, for example, may signify a struggle with deception or confusion around who your husband truly is at his core, as if you’re wrestling with “mask” identities.

It’s also understandable how this realization caused a sense of panic in the dream, reflecting your feelings of instability or lack of control over the relationship. Since dreams use symbols, this “twin” idea can serve as a way to better understand the push-and-pull you feel with him. You may find it insightful to discuss this with a therapist as a way to explore if his behavior patterns are, in a sense, mirroring what the dream suggested.

Would you like to dive further into specific parts of the dream?

Me: yes. does any of this "dream" or realizations of my dream align with things that I've told you about me and my husband?

ChatGPT said:

Yes, this dream aligns closely with themes you’ve expressed before, particularly the conflicting personalities you see in your husband and how these dynamics impact your relationship. You’ve described feeling torn between staying with him in hopes of change and grappling with his behavior, which can oscillate between loving and controlling. In the dream, the “two Jims” concept could symbolize these contrasting sides and the inner conflict you feel about which “Jim” is the real one. This duality might mirror your own emotional journey of processing love, fear, and hope in the relationship.

Would you like to explore this idea in greater detail or discuss how to bring these reflections into a therapeutic conversation?

You said:

yes, please explore in greater detail.

ChatGPT said:

Exploring this dream in detail reveals a powerful metaphor for the relationship complexities you’ve described. The twin personas, “Buel the Bully” and “Jimmy the Nice,” seem to represent distinct aspects of your husband that you experience alternately: a warm, considerate side and a controlling, aggressive one. Your question of "Which Jim loves me more?" reflects an ongoing desire to understand and reconcile these conflicting sides of him, particularly as they affect your sense of safety and worth within the marriage.

In the dream, feeling as if you’re dealing with “two Jims” may signify your inner struggle to define the relationship’s reality—is it a partnership based on love, or are you navigating an ongoing emotional labyrinth shaped by his unpredictable behaviors? The unsettling notion of being married to both men could symbolize the unpredictability you’ve felt, where your husband’s kindness or aggression appears as though it’s controlled by some invisible switch, with no clarity on which side might surface next.

Your thoughts about removing or "killing off" one version of Jim also highlight a possible desire to eliminate the negative, painful aspects of the relationship and protect the positive ones. This wish for consistency likely speaks to your need for stability and peace after experiencing episodes where anger or jealousy were directed at you, particularly during moments when you’ve felt isolated or criticized, as you’ve previously shared.

This dream could provide valuable insights in a therapeutic setting. It might help facilitate a conversation about emotional safety, consistent love, and the need for mutual respect and kindness in your relationship. These insights could be useful when exploring ways to help your husband address his behaviors while also affirming your right to emotional safety and consistent affection. Let me know if you'd like further ideas on presenting these reflections in therapy.

You said:

yes, how would i present these reflections in therapy?

ChatGPT said:

When bringing up these reflections in therapy, you might frame them as insights from your dream, focusing on how it mirrors your real-life experience of two distinct sides of your husband. Here’s one way to start the conversation:

  1. Describe the Dream: Share that you had a dream that made you see your husband as “two people,” each with different traits: one who is kind, understanding, and affectionate, and another who is harsh, controlling, and hurtful. Explain how this dream brought up questions about who he truly is or who he wants to be in your marriage.
  2. Identify Feelings: Express the feelings this dream evoked, like confusion, anxiety, or a desire for consistency. You could share that you often feel unsure of which version of him will show up in daily life and that it can make you feel unsafe or uncertain in the relationship.
  3. Discuss Needs and Boundaries: Use the dream as a bridge to talk about your need for stability, emotional safety, and respect. You might share that you wish for a relationship with “the kind side” of your husband and wonder if he feels able to meet this need.
  4. Ask for Guidance: Invite the therapist to help both of you explore what’s contributing to these dual behaviors. Share that you want to understand how to support each other in creating a relationship where you feel safe and seen consistently.

These reflections can help build a therapeutic conversation around setting boundaries, understanding behaviors, and working toward emotional stability in your marriage.


Sunday, November 8, 2020

placebo weight loss surgery

 



day 1 after surgery

jim made me oatmeal with honey and homemade honey butter for breakfast

bleu cheese and tomato wedge of lettuce for lunch 

and this lobster and veggie mix plate for dinner

almonds and cookie crisp cereal in between meals

oh and a midnight snack of a boiled egg

i didn't walk or move at all, i was wheeled to the bathroom a few times but used very little energy to move my body the little bit that i did move it. 

day 2 after surgery
jim made me a blue cheese, turkey, tomato omelet for breakfast 

he gave me another baggie of almonds around lunch time i think he forgot that i was suppose to have lunch 


by 3pm, i was texting my mom and asking her to bring me an apple pecan salad from Wendy's

i gobbled that down 

for dinner - jim made me coconut shrimp in the air fryer with homemade pineapple dipping sauce

by 11pm, i was snacking again on carrots, broccoli, and celery with ranch dressing and a can of diet dr pepper


my activity level was better than yesterday

i attempted the crutches a few times and even managed to hobble and drag my leg down the hallway from my room to jim's room - jim said he was proud of me. 


i don't know why i am writing about all of this - but i figured it would be important one day to look back perhaps... this is just where i'm at on the journey. 


extremely groggy and out of it with a constant regime of heavy-duty narcotics... it sure helps to keep me unemotional because trust me, i have plenty to be emotional about. 

i haven't stopped editing - my addiction to this is worse than i thought, and i am constantly triggered by own TRUE feelings when i rewatch these video journals to myself. It's both healing and upsetting at the same time. 

ok. closing this up and headed back to my video editing. good night. 

 


Sunday, June 14, 2020

Doing my Best...



I am doing my best. Amongst the big mess. I do what I can. He's still a good man. We try then we don't. We'll do well or we won't. Thoughts run thru my mind. Almost all of the time. The pain is unreal. I continue to feel. Asleep for too long. Knowing something was wrong. Now awake as I share. Thank you for being there. Behind doors, I will cry. I'm not ready to die. I'm still finding my voice. I now know I have choice. Another week or a year. This boat I will soon steer.


Wednesday, January 31, 2018

- -Less is More++





Less crying 
More laughing

Less steps around each eggshell

Less yelling
More hugging

Less episodes in your hell

Less jealous 
More trust

Less slamming the bedroom door

Less hate needs
More love please

Life dreamt where less is more

#fms_lessismore



Tuesday, January 30, 2018

"Secret"


It's no secret that I'm heavy
I find comfort eating food


It's no secret that I struggle 
With depression and my mood

It's no secret that I'm lazy 
My house is a big mess

It's no secret that I'm failing 
I'm spending more not less

It's no secret I'm a Morman
Never smoked and rarely drink

It's no secret I'm addicted 
To Facebook and what you think

It's no secret I see problems
And seek solutions all day long

It's no secret that I sing well
And know the lyrics to every song

It's no secret I've wished for death 
To put an end to all my pain

It's no secret I'm in therapy 
And no, I'm not insane

It's no secret that I'm trying 
I do my best each day

It's no secret that I'm real weird 
I was born to be this way

It's no secret that we have holes
In our door and in our wall

And if you ask me, I will tell you 
But prepared, I just might ball

It's no secret that I'm terrible 
Being mom, housewife and sis

It's no secret that I long for 
A better life than this

I may be an open book
But I will not make a peep

When it comes to your own secret
Your secret ... I will keep

#fms_secret

Monday, January 29, 2018

"Magic"


This magic wand was my Dad's wand
He had a dozen or so

I took it for my memory shelf
Where all my "Dad things" go

Each item keeps a memory
Each one holds a magic touch

I've boxed them all up for now
'Cause I miss him oh so much

He owned a real cool magic store
All day long, magic he would do

He taught me a little magic
Yes I know a trick or two!

This wand has begun to yellow
It's magic fades more every year

and I know they say that "Time Heals"
But I still shed a tear

I cry for my Dad's children
We still need him to this day

He'd give advice, kick our butts, 
or make tears melt away

But maybe he's practicing magic
from a place that we can't see

Performing miracles daily
That's the magic of our DadDee

#fms_magic