I was five when my father died.

And for some months, I didn't show any major symptoms of trauma.

But then I developed this nightmare.

It was horrible and it was repetitive.

In this nightmare, I was completely hopeless.

I could see either mother or father around.

And the whole thing was quite scary, so much so that I told my mother that I didn't want to sleep at all.

And this is when she realized I needed help.

And then she took me to a psychotherapist.

I don't exactly know what he did because I don't have a lot of memories of this process.

What I remember is going to those sessions and playing with toys and talking,

but not directly about the events of my father's death.

But then he very, very simply led me to believe that I could change the course of the dream,

that I could have some degree of autonomy, some degree of consciousness,

and that I could change that dream script.

And after that, the dream changed.

And I was a detective looking for a mad criminal.

I was hunting a tiger in the jungle.

And I also had a male friend, an adult friend.

And at some point he says, I cannot go on with you. You need to go by yourself now.

And then I accepted that.

And I moved along towards finding that tiger, then the tiger finds me.

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