Dream me a little dream…
The nightmares have begun. They usually do around this time of year. I’ve had two nightmares so far about Eliza. They’re always about Eliza. In each dream, I’m doing something and turn to find myself surprised that Eliza is there with me. Soon after, she’s either taken from me, leaves me or is in danger of being taken from me. Thankfully, each dream ends with her being returned safely to me or with me finding her or the danger going away… or all three.
I’ve sure it’s some weird psychological thing having to do with her upcoming birthday.
Nearly five years ago, we were done celebrating Mike’s birthday and anticipating Josh’s as the next birthday in the family. I wasn’t feeling well, but I never felt well during a pregnancy. We were all more than a little surprised that she arrived within a week.
And I know that if my dreams were a reflection of reality, it would be me fading away, drifting from those I love. But they aren’t reality. They’re my perception of reality, and one of the things I remember about those first few days was my fear of something being wrong with Eliza.
Blessedly, the dreams end like both true reality and my reality… we get to keep her, and she’s fine. The dreams are pretty horrid while they’re happening, but they are reminders of how blessed we are to have her.
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I hate dreams like that…but it’s so good to wake up and realize it wasn’t true.
Those are the worst dreams. Sometimes I dream something has or is happening to my son or husband and when I wake up, it really takes a few minutes to shake it off and realize it was just a dream. I hate that feeling.
I hope you have nothing but sweet dreams tonight!
How terrifying those dreams must be. I just hate dreams that involve something bad happening to one of my children and yet I think all of us moms have them from time to time.
As for you having these dreams every year at this time… I used to do something like that in August. I dreamed that I went to school on the first day, lost my schedule and wondered into the wrong class all day long. It started right before my sophomore year and probably lasted for at least 5 or 6 years after I graduated. Weird how our sleeping minds recognize what time of year it is!
Thanks to all of you… the dreams aren’t as bad these last few nights.