We ended up talking about that, or getting stuck on it, for quite a while. I finally settled on that I SHOULD talk about the dream and then T said I had become compliant, and he didn't want to layer darkness upon darkness, giving me a new rule to obey (from him) instead of getting freedom from those old rules that helped me survive a long time ago, but weren't necessary in a safe relationship in the present. So, then I felt...I'm wrong if I share, because I'm just complying (although I did intellectually agree that I should push through and risk to share and experience it being safe). But, I'm wrong to leave it behind, because the point of the work we're doing is to find freedom from these traps and get the buried stuff that influences me to avoid certain aspects of life (relationships, mostly) out into the light of day. I got very stuck.
When we finally got time to approach what I wanted and needed to do, which is working on integrating some attachment stuff that I always disown in his presence, because all I feel when I'm near him and "in charge" is the need to avoid and run. I've had a LOT of stuff surfacing these last couple of weeks about why that is and I really wanted to work on it. And we ran out of time.
I got so...mad. Incredibly. Not at him, really. Maybe because I just didn't or maybe because I can't yet. The internal attack was overwhelming and I couldn't hold his hand while praying, couldn't do a goodbye hug, which are two of our routines, and basically had to get out of there as soon as possible. I said I'd see him Monday, but didn't check on the time. I had some minor bad behavior on my way out to tolerate the anger.
The good news is that I used to go straight to SU whenever I felt angry. While I did feel self-punishing, there was no, "I need to die" in it anywhere. But, I am just so angry about my weakness and cowardice and stuckness. T kept being so compassionate (I had trouble calming out in my car, so I did text him, to let him know what was going on, as I have promised to do). T's compassion just made me angrier, needing his help, his not hating me. Why won't he hate me along with me? Why won't he be on my team?
And I kept pushing him away by being so mean and angry with myself, saying how I deserved such a difficult ending, because it was my fault. And now I have to go through the weekend not knowing if things are OK, or even exactly when my session is. And all I want is to talk to him and know that it is safe for me to have been so angry. And to say sorry it got directed at him, because mostly...
I related at the end, a part of the dream, where I was being attacked by someone who was younger (not weaker, but much younger), who was going to kill me, that I couldn't really fight back. I was trying not to die and trying at the same time not to hurt them. And I just got overwhelmed...when T compared it to my life and especially my childhood...by the unfairness of not having a right to fight. But, there's no one left for me to fight anymore, so I have to fight me. And I don't want to drag T through that experience, making him a witness to something I know causes him pain, because he does care. So I pushed him away.
And he feels so gone.
Sorry if this didn't make any sense.