My Mom and My Dreams

   Dreams. They are so amazing. Sometimes, they are so real to. They are part of us, part of us our emotions, feelings, our minds. They are like our hidden assumptions, our hidden passions, wishes, fears. They reflect us in every ways. They talk to us, especially when we are not able to talk to ourselves, to anyone else. Sometimes, they bring signs about life, a sign we wait for a long time. Sometimes, they warn us about our enemies, or bad things which would happen to us. Dreams, they tell everything to us, but the real question, how we could know meaning of our dreams? How could we understand the bad and good signs?

    My mother loves me a lot like many other mothers who love their children so much. She always tries to protect me, even from my own dreams. I am not kidding. When it comes to dreams, their interpretations, she is a very talented woman. Of course I am not saying that, everything she says about people’s dreams is always true, yet she does her best all the time. I do not think she does the same for me.

    Since I was a little girl, I always tell my dreams to my mother. When I was scared, when I was sad, or when I was happy because of my dreams, or when I saw something bad happening to me, in an interesting way, my mother never interpreted my dreams in a bad way, she never told me anything bad. When I was a little girl, I was never in doubt about her interpretations about my dreams, until the day I started to understand the meanings of specific symbols in dreams. Then I realized that sometimes my dreams told me very different things, sometimes they even told me bad things to, yet whenever I told them to my mother, she never interpreted them in a bad way, not even one. She always tried to find the good in my dreams, she changes their meanings for me just to protect me from my own subconscious, yet I wanted the truth about my dreams.

     One day I asked my mother that ‘’ why do you always tell me good things about my dreams, sometimes I see bad things and I what those dreams mean. You always lie to me’’ and She told me that ‘’ I don’t lie to you honey, yet I never make bad interpretations about anyone’s dreams. I do not believe in making bad comments, since when you do that, you invite the bad things. That is why; I do not that, especially not to you my baby. You’re my little angel, and I protect you from bad things’’.

      I think to understand my mother completely; I have to wait the day that I become a mother. Hopefully, I will be a mother just like her, a mother who protects her baby girl even from her own dreams. My mother, my savior in my dreams, I really miss you.