A bit of a psychedelic one last night...
Basically, I randomly found myself living in a kind of animated Shrek-style fairy tale universe, where I unfortunately enough resided in squalor and misery in a tumbledown old house in the middle of a graveyard with my cruel drunkard of a father and indifferent older brother. Back in happier times, there had also been a mother who I both still dimly remembered and sorely missed, but she'd mysteriously disappeared off the scene a few years back and none of us knew what had become of her since.
One night, however, whilst completing yet another Cinderella-style hard day's toil, I happened to spot some strange glimmering in the corner of the graveyard, which I went over to investigate. As I moved towards the light, suddenly an illuminated UFO (classic discus shape) sprang out of the shadows, with none other than my own fairy tale mum (of Spanish appearance and clad in gypsy headscarf) sitting at its open entrance! I tearfully called out to her and she back to me, but by this time the UFO had already sped higher into the sky, pausing only briefly for my mother and I to get one last look at each other before flying off into the distant realms of space... Understandably shaken by this unexpected encounter, I nevertheless still found it distinctly comforting in that I now knew my mum was at least alive, and for some reason also sensed that the inhabitants of the UFO were a benign rather than a malevolent (though undeniably equally as captive) force. On the other hand though, my long-lost mother had now been shown to be more out of reach than ever, utterly at the mercy of alien entities, and presumably lodged on some far-off planet out in the distant corners of space - in short virtually impossible to ever track down again...
And so time passed, as it does in dreams, only for me to awake one day to find that the extra-terrestrials had taken my brother too, much to my obvious disappointment and dismay - not because in this case I'd liked my characteristically cold and distant older sibling particularly, but because he'd presumably been taken off to the same planet as my mother to be reunited with her, while I on the other hand had to stay down in my unhappy existence on earth with my arsehole of an alcoholic father. Luckily for me though, in the end I didn't have more than six months to wait until the spaceship finally returned to pick me up as well, whisking me off to a moon-like planet, which in the event turned out to be some kind of holistic / therapeutic retreat type place, to which the aliens (never seen in the flesh, but as I earlier suspected, not just benign but actually downright benevolent) brought humans who they deemed to be in emotional need. As it turned out, my mum had all the time been suffering from both depression and domestic abuse at the hands of my cruel father (I'd been too young to pick up on it back then), and so the aliens had brought her here to rebuild her battered self-esteem by means of sewing, planting vegetables and taking part in other wholesome, group-based therapeutic activities - that one time I'd spotted her in the UFO actually turned out to have been just one of many unseen escorted earth visits she'd made so that she could observe her children growing up from afar (for reasons unexplained, the aliens believed that only when she was truly recovered could we all be reunited).
In the meantime, however, the aliens had unfortunately been making significantly less psychological headway with my strong-willed older brother, who as it turned out had only been taken earlier as he was in greater emotional need (from which the aforementioned coldness and indifference of course first originated). Rather than responding to the alien's good-hearted, softly-softly therapeutical approach, however, my brother had instead proceeded to run rampage on the unassuming planet, setting up his own miniature empire in one far-out crater populated by meerkats and a few unfortunate enslaved humans, who he'd forced to dress up in medieval attire and act as his own personal royal court. Deciding enough was enough now that the rest of his family were resident on the planet, the aliens (still mysteriously unseen) accompanied me and my mum to the crest of the crater, where in German (wrongly, as I worked out once awake) I valiantly proclaimed the crater and court free of my brother's evil dominion. To our initial disappointment, however, at first there was no discernible reaction to be seen among either the crater's meerkat or human inhabitants, but luckily then after just a few minutes (to both my surprise and - needless to say - utter joy) bottle after bottle of white wine started spouting one by one from the crater's tubular entrance, which apparently in itself symbolized the ultimate power and pull of the family over the petty power struggles of its individual members... Humbled, my brother finally emerged from the crater last, initially reluctant, but in the end overwhelmed by the sheer joy at the three of us all being finally reunited (lots of tears and hugs all round), with the heady euphoria of reunion finally breaking through his hard exterior emotional defenses and ending his misguided power hunger for good.
So to cut a long story short, estranged family members are emotionally reunited, mother overcomes depression by means of holistic healing without the use of conscious-altering prescription drugs, wayward son is brought back into line by virtue of strong family love and support, deadbeat dad's not in the picture but no-one seems to mind - quite the modern-day happy ending it seems, but applicable to my own personal family life how...?!?!?!?!?
Someone psychoanalyze me please!!!!!!!!!
Basically, I randomly found myself living in a kind of animated Shrek-style fairy tale universe, where I unfortunately enough resided in squalor and misery in a tumbledown old house in the middle of a graveyard with my cruel drunkard of a father and indifferent older brother. Back in happier times, there had also been a mother who I both still dimly remembered and sorely missed, but she'd mysteriously disappeared off the scene a few years back and none of us knew what had become of her since.
One night, however, whilst completing yet another Cinderella-style hard day's toil, I happened to spot some strange glimmering in the corner of the graveyard, which I went over to investigate. As I moved towards the light, suddenly an illuminated UFO (classic discus shape) sprang out of the shadows, with none other than my own fairy tale mum (of Spanish appearance and clad in gypsy headscarf) sitting at its open entrance! I tearfully called out to her and she back to me, but by this time the UFO had already sped higher into the sky, pausing only briefly for my mother and I to get one last look at each other before flying off into the distant realms of space... Understandably shaken by this unexpected encounter, I nevertheless still found it distinctly comforting in that I now knew my mum was at least alive, and for some reason also sensed that the inhabitants of the UFO were a benign rather than a malevolent (though undeniably equally as captive) force. On the other hand though, my long-lost mother had now been shown to be more out of reach than ever, utterly at the mercy of alien entities, and presumably lodged on some far-off planet out in the distant corners of space - in short virtually impossible to ever track down again...
And so time passed, as it does in dreams, only for me to awake one day to find that the extra-terrestrials had taken my brother too, much to my obvious disappointment and dismay - not because in this case I'd liked my characteristically cold and distant older sibling particularly, but because he'd presumably been taken off to the same planet as my mother to be reunited with her, while I on the other hand had to stay down in my unhappy existence on earth with my arsehole of an alcoholic father. Luckily for me though, in the end I didn't have more than six months to wait until the spaceship finally returned to pick me up as well, whisking me off to a moon-like planet, which in the event turned out to be some kind of holistic / therapeutic retreat type place, to which the aliens (never seen in the flesh, but as I earlier suspected, not just benign but actually downright benevolent) brought humans who they deemed to be in emotional need. As it turned out, my mum had all the time been suffering from both depression and domestic abuse at the hands of my cruel father (I'd been too young to pick up on it back then), and so the aliens had brought her here to rebuild her battered self-esteem by means of sewing, planting vegetables and taking part in other wholesome, group-based therapeutic activities - that one time I'd spotted her in the UFO actually turned out to have been just one of many unseen escorted earth visits she'd made so that she could observe her children growing up from afar (for reasons unexplained, the aliens believed that only when she was truly recovered could we all be reunited).
In the meantime, however, the aliens had unfortunately been making significantly less psychological headway with my strong-willed older brother, who as it turned out had only been taken earlier as he was in greater emotional need (from which the aforementioned coldness and indifference of course first originated). Rather than responding to the alien's good-hearted, softly-softly therapeutical approach, however, my brother had instead proceeded to run rampage on the unassuming planet, setting up his own miniature empire in one far-out crater populated by meerkats and a few unfortunate enslaved humans, who he'd forced to dress up in medieval attire and act as his own personal royal court. Deciding enough was enough now that the rest of his family were resident on the planet, the aliens (still mysteriously unseen) accompanied me and my mum to the crest of the crater, where in German (wrongly, as I worked out once awake) I valiantly proclaimed the crater and court free of my brother's evil dominion. To our initial disappointment, however, at first there was no discernible reaction to be seen among either the crater's meerkat or human inhabitants, but luckily then after just a few minutes (to both my surprise and - needless to say - utter joy) bottle after bottle of white wine started spouting one by one from the crater's tubular entrance, which apparently in itself symbolized the ultimate power and pull of the family over the petty power struggles of its individual members... Humbled, my brother finally emerged from the crater last, initially reluctant, but in the end overwhelmed by the sheer joy at the three of us all being finally reunited (lots of tears and hugs all round), with the heady euphoria of reunion finally breaking through his hard exterior emotional defenses and ending his misguided power hunger for good.
So to cut a long story short, estranged family members are emotionally reunited, mother overcomes depression by means of holistic healing without the use of conscious-altering prescription drugs, wayward son is brought back into line by virtue of strong family love and support, deadbeat dad's not in the picture but no-one seems to mind - quite the modern-day happy ending it seems, but applicable to my own personal family life how...?!?!?!?!?
Someone psychoanalyze me please!!!!!!!!!
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