I last saw my abuser (whom I'll call Mitch) in real life in September of 2005. However, I see him at least once a week in my dreams and nightmares. He beat me up for about five years so I left him in December of 2004. I even left the damn continent he lived on to get away from him. And yet I can't get rid of him in my dreams.
But last night was the first time I dreamt that Mitch committed suicide. He suddenly jumped out of a window while we were having an argument. The building looked a lot like the dorm I lived in at Millersville University, Hull Hall (pictured). That building was only three stories. In my dream, it was a lot taller. Mitch went splat. I'm hoping this is a positive development for my subconscious.
At the end of my dream, I did get picked up by the police as a "person of interest" in Mitch's suicide, considering that I was present when he jumped. Damn that reality getting in the way of my dreams again. Although I wasn't too happy about being implicated in Mitch's suicide (and having to explain all this to my Mom), I felt tremendously relieved.
Let me emphasize here that I have NO plans to return to the UK, locate Mitch and nag him to death. If I never see Mitch again, it's can't be too soon -- whether in real life or in my dreams.
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