Quote From: labelfreeFirst I have to say I am not a doctor just a person who has had a lot of therapy and a lot of bad things happen in her life. I am not an expert however I am an expert on me so if anything I say can help you then Maybe our heavenly father is working threw me to help you. Iam a christian and would like nothing more than to give you my loving support and what has helped me out.
First anything to do which scares you so much frightens you is not of our lord. It is the evil one. GOD our heavenly father is all about love. Giving and sending out. Point blank end of the conversation there girl....
I am so sorry that bad things have happened in your life...I also lost a parent last year. My Grandma who meant THE WORLD to me had a major stroke down there and lived in a vegatative state for 3 years outside Tuscaloosa in a Nursing Home. The lights were on but nobody was home with a feeding tube. She was the richest woman I ever knew. Sadly when she died she had 73 dollars in her bank account. The riches I am talking about are the ones that live on within us that echo way past the person...Those riches the lessons the goodness of me are all her.
She lives in me that is why she was so rich her great spirit her strong dynamic...yes i love my Grandma....I celbrated her yesterday as a matter a factmade some collard greens ribs and cornbread....
So what does this have to do with dreams? Your dreams sometimes are unfinshed business. Instead of running from them instead of being afraid to close your eyes look at them like your a reporter. Maybe there is something you need to remmber. maybe a message. Maybe a fact your brain needs to put together a-z before it can finally rest. This brain of ours is so big and dynamic.
Certainly Nothing to be afraid of though unless your a serial killer....Are you one of those people?
I dont think you are...Your too kind for that....I miss that State...I miss my cousins...I miss that darn river where I caught a 25 pound turtle....I miss that slow southern way...I swore when i couldnt wake her up I would never step foot in that state again..maybe I should come on back down yonder and sit a spell. xooxo
I'm just not sure how to apply it all to my situation. The nightmares I have of Heather are definitely evil. Heather & I are born again Christians & I recognize the evil in these dreams. I pray for them to go away, yet when I sleep I guess my faith is weak & Satan takes any chance to step in & cause problems. Sometimes also I think deep inside that maybe I believe I deserve this torture for failing Heather. Maybe I'm just afraid to let them go, I don't know for sure. I know how very tired I am of the pain. I see Heather, sitting & waiting for the right moment, gun to her head, watching herself in her mirror. I see her finger move, the gun fires & I don't want to explain what I see after that. Another dream I see her walking toward me in the hall, looking as she did in the hospital, swollen beyond recognition, her head bandaged with the blood spot growing...she looks at me & says "Mom, look at this mess. What will I do with my hair for the prom?" Then there is the one of her being cut open for the organ procurement while she screams my name, telling me she's not dead, please make them stop. There are other bad ones, but I think you get the picture here. I still have sweet dreams about her too but not enough. Mom died 3 yrs ago & things seem worse since then. I'm told I had turned my maternal love & caring from Heather to Mom when Heather died & now Moms gone & I'm at loose ends. DUH!!!
Let me share what I consider a wonderful testament of Moms legacy. At her funeral the sound system mal-functioned at the very beginning of "Victory in Jesus". Without a cue, all 8 of her children, and our families rose to our feet & sang that song, three verses from memory. With arms raised in praise we thanked God for the virtuous woman we were raised by. Ok, now I really need a super sized box of Kleenex.
You are also right that you should visit our lovely, slow moving state! Where are you now? I can't imagine living anywhere but the south myself. I drove a truck with Tom for years, have been in the 48 states, but here I am, right back where I started from.
Denise