Warning -- this gripping story is not for the faint of heart... but I am happy to announce that I have persuaded Nurit Henig to send us a wonderful new posting for Personal Histories.
THE MOTHER OF THE DREAMS
By Nurit Henig
Her childhood has not been more miserable than other children’s, except for the dreams that she remembers to this day, as she listens to her own children’s dreams and is unable to tell them about hers.
She remembers broken images, where she is abandoned, lost, coming home to a locked door, losing her book bag or being severely scolded by her teacher. Then in high school, during puberty, she died and was resurrected almost every night, until she was afraid to fall asleep. But the worst nightmare was “The Operating Room Dream” which appeared one night and stayed with her for years.