Dreams. What are they? I have heard they are windows to your soul. They are problems from your waking moments. They are your wishes. But, what about when they haunt you?
Over my life I have dreamed just about every night. I would have outlandish dreams. Twisting, turning, going from present to past. Fears of trying to save my boys from crawling into an tunnel, I would reach and they would crawl out of my reach. I would miss them, then, there they were again, for me to try and save again and again. I would dream of family past away. Excited that they were really still alive. I dream that the babies that I care for fall off the bed, then I would catch them by their IV lines.
Now I am getting to the age of summing up my life. My dreams, goals, promises I made to myself as a young girl in Paris, Tennessee. One area in my life that I feel I let myself down was the role of wife. After two marriages and two divorces, I have not actualized my goals. This is where the dreams are now. Focusing on my failure as a wife to each of my husbands. My dreams do not play favorites. I dream of my first husband, and I dream of my second husband. They are there...proclaiming they love me. They seem to still want me. I am so happy in my world....of dreams. Then I wake up...now what am I going to do with these dreams?