Crazy dreams
Last night I had what I woke up and told hubby was a "heaven dream." I woke up so totally peaceful! I was playing some version of weird kickball with a couple of guys and then I was in this massive auditorium where some chick asked if I was someone else (Mrs. Bender?), I told her no, gave her her my name and she looked me up in this computer/book thing that reminded me of Harry Potter (you know, where the pages are sort of alive and the book found me because it 'knew' who I was). She told me where to sit and this blonde guy came up next to me (one of the ones I'd been playing kickball with) and showed me a paper with a bunch of baby pictures on it. It said, "2 of 6 die" or dead or died or something. And when I looked up, he was holding a baby boy in a pink flowery sleeper and told me I could hold 'my baby' for awhile if I wanted to, but couldn't take it with me. I said something like, "You were lucky to survive!" and the guy shook his head and said this was my time with my baby, that this baby hadn't survived. The baby was beeaauuttiffull. It was a couple months old and could sort of 'stand' on my lap (if you know what I mean? Landon could do it when he was born, but for some reason I knew this baby was a couple months old). I'm not really sure what that had to do with anything. The baby had dark hair and dark eyes. I was cuddling with it when hubby woke me up to say he was headed to work. This dream happened HOURS ago and I can still see every detail, I can smell the baby and hear the people around me. Craziest thing. Makes me wonder if I'll have 4 babies and was some sort of gift. I've been at peace ALL day and lately everything feels like its out of control, I go to bed with knots in my stomach because of stupid bills, etc and I haven't had that today. I wanted to write this 'just in case' I can look back later and know.