Dreams and Emotions

Do you remember your dreams? If you do, is it the actual dream you remember or the way it makes you feel? Or is it a bit of both? I find that I can keep some dreams with me in detail, but others slip away from me into the ether.

The dream I had a while ago though stirred up feelings that I needed to write down. So here it is…

“As the pain coursed through my body, every cell screamed in agony. I was aware of my surroundings and the people by my bedside. I wanted to scream at them but couldn’t. I was trapped in my painful body unable to contact the people who loved me the most.

The time passed so slowly, the pain ever increasing. The slow creeping of this insidious disease was taking over and destroying me from the inside and there was nothing I could do to change it.

I could feel the gentle touch of my husband’s hand on my arm, stroking it and gently talking to me, reassuring me that everything would be okay. I loved him for that, but I knew that things would never be okay again for him. He loved me so much, his life was about to change forever.

The pain was becoming so intense, I wondered if anyone realised how much I was hurting, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t tell them.

I heard the door open, a voice asked how I was, but I couldn’t answer, I wanted to scream about the agony I was in. Somebody moved my arm and suddenly there was a cold feeling spreading throughout my body, the pain was easing, I was relieved, they knew.

I could hear people talking, but couldn’t make out what they were saying, their gentle tones were reassuring to hear, but they were punctuated with sobs from my children, I wondered what was being said.

The door closed, my son and daughter were sat by me, my daughter had her head on my chest, my son was holding my hand tightly and on the other side I could feel my husband still stroking my arm.

The pain didn’t ease for long, I could feel the niggle of it coming back, gradually growing, within minutes it was as intense as before. Tears fell from my eyes, I could feel them falling down my cheeks, a gentle touch wiped them away.

“It’s okay Mum, let the pain go, we will be okay, you rest now, it’s time to go” a voice whispered in my ear

I tried to open my eyes, to look at them all one last time, and for a second or two I managed to look at them all, each of their eyes were filled with love and I knew that I could let go of the pain. I didn’t want to leave them, but I knew that there was no way I could stay. My tears flowed; I closed my eyes. It was time to sleep the long sleep of death.

A warm and bright light shone into my eyes, it felt like strong arms around me, a peaceful and welcoming light, I stepped into it…”

I don’t know how to interpret dreams and I am sure that someone else would, this dream was so vivid, I woke from it feeling sad and a little lost if I am being honest. I have a feeling that the memory of it will stay with me for a little while. There are dreams from my childhood that I still remember now, some good and others a little disturbing – especially one about the whole world’s population turning into vengeful balloon people, but that’s a story for another day.

One dream I had was a fully formed story, I had to write that one, and I ended up publishing it as a short story. The characters Lizzie and John and their story was one that I could not ignore. Tea For Two is their story.If you fancy a quick read, a tearjerker with a paranormal twist, then click on the Amazon link.

https://mybook.to/3bhHkO