(Female 50’s) This dream is so obviously rooted in television sit-com culture of the 1960’s, like Bewitched, I Dream of Jeannie, and Gilligan’s Island— as are many of my childhood experiences. Now that I think about it, a lot of those shows had brain-switching, or identity confusion, or evil twins as a regular plot twist. It’s no wonder that my nightmare involved having two dads: a good dad and a bad dad.
In my dream, no one believed at first that there were two versions of my dad running around. My older brother tried to warn us. He pointed to the “fake” Dad and said, “That’s not our father! He’s an impostor!” We all thought that was ridiculous and laughed at him. Even Dad– although it was kind of an evil laugh.
The another Dad walked in our house. The Dads stood looking at each other. They both said, “Who are you?” and “He’s the fake!”, pointing at each other. My mom, sister, younger brother and I just looked back and forth. They were identical; we couldn’t tell them apart. Which was the real Dad?
Then my older brother said, “It’s him! He’s the fake one!” and he pointed at the person he claimed all along was the fake dad. Then the fake dad got really angry and attacked my brother. He tried to strangle him by putting his hands around my brother’s neck. My brother fought back and then Dad jumped in too. They beat the fake “dad” and I think they killed him.