Dreams

I'm not really sure on how I feel about dreams, I believe that sometimes God can use dreams to help guide you. However, I also know that bad late night snacks and watching scary movie previews can 'cause some of them :).

I've always been able to remember my dreams and I've always had strange dreams. When I was little I would always have this one dream about us in the house, looking out the door, seeing all these type of men show up with a cement truck. They would be grabbing n'bors and placing them inside the mixer (good dream for a child huh?). I remember dad getting us and hiding through out the whole dream. When I was a teen I would have dreams about my dad in the coal mines, I remember one day him sitting down with me to try and calm my fears. I've also had dreams where they are so real I call mom the next morning to check on who ever the dream was about or wake up crying. I've also had very gory dreams and Saw dreams just from watching the previews of the movies.

Almost nightly I feel myself falling in a dream like slipping down bleachers or on a sidewalk, but JD always catches me. Usually I wake up from those and find that JD has felt me jump and pulled me in close.


Lately, I have been dreaming about her.

I have had several dreams about her since she passed away on Jan. 18th 2002, but now the dreams are different. They used to leave me sad and I would grieve for her again, although I know she is with Jesus and is no longer in the pain she was.

Now they are different though I wake up wanting to dream more about her she isn't sick in the dreams. She is happy, very happy.


She looks like she did here in the picture before she got really bad. Some of the dreams of her now are; sitting out on her porch and peeling apples like I seen her do so many times. Sitting down at the piano to play and sing, this dream had me question mom, cause I didn't know she played piano. Hanging her laundry out on the line to dry. I remember the clothes she has on, I can almost hear her, and this might sound really weird but I wake up smelling her perfume.


One of my favorites is her laughing so hard at my dad, in her kitchen that she is wiping the tears from her eyes with her apron. (Don't mind the picture it was back in H.S. When I got into scrap booking and didn't know what I was doing!)

I still miss her, I'm sure that won't ever go away. When the person you have lost was present in your daily life growing up. However, this year I feel different and it's a good different :)


God Only Cries for the Living-Diamond Rio