This is a dream from long ago. I was a teenager when I dreamt it, but I've never forgotten it. The dream consists of me alone with my mother. The background is white, blank, and I sense we are in a public place because there are other people around, although not close. There is stuff oozing out of my ears. It won't stop coming out. It gets worse and worse. Forgive the disgusting visual, but its literally crap coming out of my ears. Naturally, I'm quite horrified by this. What is happening to me? My body is falling apart. I fear my brains will start to ooze out next. It won't stop. A horrible sensation. I try to cup what's streaming out of my ears because I'm afraid my brains will be connected to it. Or other imperative parts of my head's contents. It's just one singular stream of never ending stuff excreting out of my ears! I plead with my mother to take me to the doctor. It's an emergency. My head can't contain this and everything is streaming out of my ears. I'm terrified that my brain matter will be next and that I'm moments away from dying or having my brain, eyes, innards unglued and slipping out of my head onto the floor. My mother just stands there beside me and smiles a strange evil smile while "crap" slowly and continuously streams from my ears onto the floor. When I pressure her with more insistent cries to take me to the doctor, call an ambulance, etc, she coldly and sternly refuses. It's as if the idea of helping me is an affront to her. She's viciously annoyed. How dare I ask her to take me anywhere!!! How Dare I ask her for anything! She starts verbally attacking me, ranting, and threatens me into silent submission. Then she resumes standing a mere foot away, contentedly oblivious to my situation once again. Or perhaps she is aware and wants this to be happening to me. All I know is that she's standing there, doing nothing, oddly smiling. I feel this is a life threatening situation, I'm literally disintegrating in front of her. The contents of my head are oozing onto the floor. If I ask for help or even acknowledge this is happening to me, she will attack. I feel tethered like a hostage to an evil zombie or a dangerously stubborn person who becomes enraged and dangerous whenever she's asked to face reality. I don't know which it is, and that scares me. Almost as much as the stuff streaming out of my ears and the consequences of what's to come if I don't receive help in time. In all these years I've never forgotten this dream, and my mother just standing there, smiling, while this was happening to me. I seemed to accept that's how it had to be, because when I spoke up or asked for help, she would abuse me. The bystanding, do-nothing, creepy smiling mother was preferable over the vicious, attacking, out of control raging mother. Either way, situation was dire for me. End result of both versions of my mother was that I was refused help and forced to just stand there and fall apart. My ears literally unable to keep up with all the "shit."
* Please forgive the language!