My dream lastnight was horrible. I woke up sobbing uncontrollably at 3AM, and wanting to do nothing more than go check on my girls – specifically Catybug, to make sure she was alright.
There was a police station, a bomb and subsequent fire in the police station, and someone was trapped and perished in the fire. Life as I knew it in my dream was over, and I went into a state of dreamy fuzzy living, between breakdowns and floods of tears.
To say I woke up and cried about it would be wrong. I woke up with tears already streaming down my face that I couldn’t stop. I prayed, I tried to go back to sleep. I went right back into the dream, where I tried to recover what was lost, and I tried to heal and move on but couldn’t, because there was too much around me connected to my loss. And then we found a puppy who had survived the chaos. We named her Caty.
I turned to a friend and said “I just can’t stop crying. I can’t stop.”
She said this to me in reply:
“That’s why I’m always happiest around the people who love me the most.”
I spend a lot of time with the people who love me the most. I’m sure we all do. But I know that I’m guilty of not appreciating that as often as I should. This was a real vivid way of bringing that to my attention, I think. I know that I’ll be making some changes in my life though, based on that dream.
Sometimes the dreams we remember are the ones we should learn the most from, eh?
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I hate horrible dreams like that, they tend to stay with me for quite some time… at least you got a nightmare with a moral…
Oh Leanne, how awful. {{{{ hugs}}}}. I hope you are feeling better soon. I am a real dreamer and I dream totally off the wall stuff, good, bad and indifferent, so I can really relate to this. I have had one recurring dream all my life where I am with my mom in some kind of detention camp in Africa. I would never go there, ever, even though it is some place I would love to travel to. Those pics of your little one are so darn cute. She is growing up isn’t she.
I’m so sorry. I just hate those bad dreams that you can’t shake. Take comfort knowing it was just that, and give you r family a big hug. I hope you have a better night’s sleep with happy dreams tonight.
That is timely advice, even if it’s from a dream. I have had those moments too. Having experienced loss before, I think we tend to fear losing what we hold so dear. Only sometimes we need little reminders like this.
I hope that you can shake it off, I know it’s hard when those dreams seem so real.
Oh how horrible Leanne!
What a vivid nightmare. I don’t think I’d want to sleep again after that.
I love the pictures! She’s beautiful!
I am having an anxiety attack just reading this. {{{Hugs}}}
A very powerful dream.
I sometimes will re-dream a dream until it works out right. But, it is so emotionally exhuasting to that.
She is so cute!
What a horrible dream and yet what a glorious lesson.
Hugs to you ! I knew she would be beautiful how could she not be?
Thank you all so much for your kind words – the dream has not returned and my baby girl is still very cute and very precious.