Yikes! What a dream!
Just woke up from an awful dream. Dreamed we went in a 15-passenger van to get a load of something (don’t remember what) and after driving down the road a quarter to a half mile, Robby asked, “Where’s Nate?”
The kids in the back just kind of shrugged. I said, “Rae, can you see if he’s on the back of the van?”
She kind of looked out the back window and shrugged again.
It was like they really didn’t care.
Then, I saw something lying in the road in the middle lane. I yelled for Robby to turn around. He continued on, like he usually does, as if waiting for “the perfect turnaround” spot. I screamed, “NOW! Turn around NOW!”
He couldn’t because there were cars coming so he stopped the van and we ran back.
It was Nate.
(—here’s where it gets WEIRD—)
We weren’t sure what to do; there wasn’t an emergency type place or vehicle nearby. Robby picked him up and he was convulsing. I stroked his head, not knowing what to do, and was crying out to God to heal my baby. Then he stopped convulsing, lay still for a moment, then curled into my arms and began PURRING. We decided to take him home, figuring he would be ok as a cat… though I knew that ok, sure we had a cat, but we lost a CHILD! But after putting him to bed, when I was telling Rae good night (at the other end of the same bed), he looked up and said, “Mama?” OH! I was SO full of joy that my baby was back!! He crawled down to the bottom of the bed, on the other side from Rae, and I cuddled him for a minute, then he began to complain about his neck hurting, and couldn’t get it to be comfortable, and then in a minute slipped back into being cat 🙁
The dream changed – I was outside, trying to get this big tree stump (which was not connected to the ground – I was picking up one side and rolling it… I don’t know where I was headed with it. It was table-like, only the four corners were actually touching the ground). As I rolled it down the road, I heard someone yelling, “Look out! The plane is going to double back!” and when I looked up there was a plane that was being blown by wind backwards. The man next to me (seemed to be a man I used to work with) & I began to run, and he yelled, “Dawn! Use the table, get under it!” I did, and moved to one side so he could get under, too, but he didn’t. From under the table, between the legs of the table, I watched the wheel of the plane go by. But I was safe.
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Then I woke up and looked at the clock, which said 11:00 (and we have the alarm set for 8:00) and sat up and said, “It isn’t really 11:00, is it!” and Robby jumped up and said, “It probably is :-/” but when he came down to the living room, he saw that it was really about 6:20. Whew. So I fixed the clock in the bedroom, and came in and wrote this.