u/Little-girlie

I dreamed of a teacher at school. Note that this is adult education. He is a year older than me. In reality, he often flirts with me in class and frequently makes sexually suggestive comments. It is a kind of teasing. Sometimes I feel like he is trying to impress me, but I don't always know if this is serious, so I don't think about it too much. I have been single for years as a conscious choice. He knows that I am free; he is free too.

In my dream, sex came unexpectedly, and this is not the first time. I was in a dark room and had to feel my way through. Suddenly, I felt a body, his body. He was wearing clothes, but his penis was hanging out of his pants, which startled me. He told me not to be scared, and eventually, I gave him a blowjob. Somehow, he had the upper hand and was in charge, and he said that he would have anal sex with me afterward. This happened in my bathroom, in a well-lit room, and I saw myself from a distance. He also made mean comments. What could this mean? It scares me too.

What does it mean when you dream of a castle owned by your grandmother, then your mother, and then you, that is completely haunted? I have seen that castle multiple times, and I often had nightmares about it that I couldn't get out and that a witch was chasing me. The last dream was quite clear: I took someone along, a boyfriend, to my childhood home, my grandma's castle. It often looks like a big white castle. I give him a tour, but then there is a marble staircase leading upstairs. I said we shouldn't go up there because everything upstairs is haunted. The things start moving on their own. And I know that I had to press some kind of button or something to get there safely. Suddenly, I saw a cloak hanging belonging to my grandma, a real king's cloak. It said on it, 'which I wear when I am with my haughty friends.' The cloak invited me in, as if it were meant for me now. I wanted to put it on but didn't. Then the doorbell rang. Mom was suddenly there and she was talking to a man dressed entirely in black. I didn't know who they were. She didn't see us, and didn't know that we were there too. I told my friend to be quiet and I followed her because I wanted to know what her secret was. And they went to the cellars. And when my friend and I each went through a doorway, the door seemed to distort and magic seemed to happen. The doorway seemed very deep, and once you were inside, you seemed to be in another world/dimension for a moment. It seemed to take an eternity before we stepped out on the other side. And then we entered large underground chambers full of old artifacts and antiques. These were filled with gold and silver toys; they looked like they were from the Bronze Age, but at the same time, everything was brand new. We also entered a room where an old golden carriage stood, untouched. These are truly the most important details of my dream. The underground cellar seemed enormous, and one room flowed into the other as if it were an underground city or something.

Seriously hurt by therapist. Talked to him about my feelings for him again. The rejection is barely digestible. I had been sober for eight years and am drinking again. My parents rejected me, but what he did is worse: he knows what I need but ignores it. No more therapy for me because it pushes me deeper into the pit.

I have been going through a difficult period since my father's death. I regularly experience 'mild' epileptic seizures. Emotions trigger this, and my blood pressure is also higher than normal. The people around me have been informed in the meantime; my family is very worried because they didn't know I had this. I have had this for 15 years... but I manage to hide it quite well because I feel ashamed about it, but mainly because I like to maintain control over myself and situations. Now I have reached the point where I have to explain to everyone what to do when I have such a seizure, because it is regular—four seizures in two weeks. And it seems that this is because emotions sometimes block me, but also because I suddenly become very anxious. My therapist knows about it; I called him. What can be done about this, and can therapy help? I am just wondering what your experiences are with this.