Dream a Little Dream

Let’s talk about dreams a bit. I’ve always had very vivid dreams and some of my dreams come true. Usually I know when I’ve dreamed about something when I get that déjà vu feeling. Thank God not all of my dreams come true. I’ve had some pretty nasty nightmares in my lifetime and I wouldn’t want to have to live through those.

When I was seven or eight I had a dream that I still remember. I was in a room that was all white and I was dressed in a white nightgown. It felt like a nice safe place. The only thing that was strange to me was that I had darker hair in the dream. When I was younger, I had strawberry blonde hair. It wasn’t until I was older that my hair started to get darker.

I don’t remember seeing a door, but there were windows that were high up on the wall.

I heard someone calling my name. I had to jump on the bed to see out the window. I saw one of my brothers and my mother’s second husband outside in a park we used to go to all the time. They were both calling my name and looking for me.

I’ve wondered what that dream meant all these years and the meaning finally came to me a few days ago.

My mother’s second husband and my brother made my life hell. They both abused me in different ways and in similar ways for years. After my mother divorced her husband, my brother continued the abuse for many more years. It was like they were both trying to destroy me. But there was a part of me that was always safe in that room. There was a part of me that God protected all those years.

The Bible says that we suffer so that we can help others who have also suffered. Maybe that is true. Through the years I’ve met others who have suffered some of the things that I have gone through and I pray that I was some comfort to them.

I thank God that he kept that part of me safe. If he hadn’t, I don’t know what would have happened to me.

(To be continued...)

© Pamela Sawyer, 2011