u/Chaotic_Fairy

After many years, I went back to visit my mother country (I immigrated at 17) and tried to see my relatives, with whom I was never close with or felt seen by. I found that everyone was dead, besides one close cousin who was more like a sister, that told me the news. There was also a general air of dessertedness.

I feel like the country might be my childhood or personal unconscious and the cousin is my one emotionally unrepressed tether hence why she’s the messenger. But I don’t know what to think about it all. I felt some sort of sadness in the dream but it was very general, as I didn’t miss anyone in particular as they were always so separate/different from me, even judgmental.