Post by c21king2queen on Feb 1, 2011 18:47:38 GMT -5
I had another bad dream recently. In the dream I could see my mother fall to the floor on her back and she was holding her head in pain. I think we were in a shopping mall. I was calling out to her, "Mom! Mom!" It was as if I was moving in slow motion and couldn't really seem to move. I think someone was holding me back for some reason. Then I noticed blood, so much blood on the back of her head. Her head seemed to be in pieces. I kept calling out and trying to get to her. I was so scared. I woke up without being able to get to my mom in the dream. The dream freaked me out. I started praying for God to take care of my mother and protect her. My mother has been battling cancer for several years. We don't know from one month to the next if the cancer will begin to grow and spread. For now the treatments are keeping the cancer from growing and spreading. All we can do is keep praying and keep the faith. My husband was murdered nearly 3 years ago. A single shot to the back of the head literally blew his head off. They had to send a special team back to the crime scene to find the pieces of his skull so they could try to piece it back together and try to recreate the shooting. There is still a piece missing. This most recent dream is only one of several bad dreams. Within a few months after my husband's murder I had a dream that seemed so vivid and real. In the dream I could see TV Reporters on my front lawn. They were reporting, "What first appeared to be a murder-suicide, investigaters have now discovered is a double homicide. The two victims are the widow and son of a recently murdered Realtor." I could see myself walking past the reporters and entering the house by the front door. I walked past many police officers, investigators and the coroners. No one seemed to see me. It was like I was invisible. I walked into the living room first to see what they were doing crowded around, taking pictures and investigating. That is when I saw my body on the couch. There was so much blood. I felt sick so I left the room and walked down the hall to the guest bathroom, but stopped at my son's room to see what the investigators were doing in his room. I saw my son in his crib. There was so much blood. We had been shot through the heart. I think that dream was symbolic because my son and I took an emotional and spiritual shot through the heart when my husband was murdered. I have no clue what significance my most recent dream has. I guess I should just chalk it up to another bad dream and not think about it again. Bad dreams are just a part of the MVS experience. We just have to keep believe that God has just rewards waiting for us in Heaven.