Post by tabitha on Aug 28, 2008 4:55:55 GMT
I know there must be a dream thread somewhere around, but its 5.30 in the morning and I cant be bothered to look for it.
I had a very restless night last night and drifted in and out of sleep for a bit. I must have had this dream between 3 - 5 am.
The details of the dream are a bit sketchy, but it was very vivid. I was at the seaside with a group of people. It was a beautiful sunny day. There seemed to be a leader - a woman, telling us what to do. We had taken a drug so that we could breathe under water, so we climbed into the water. It seemed to be in a cave and the water was as clear as swimming pool water, but obviously tidal. It was freezing cold, but beautiful. After the initial shock of climbing in and holding my breath, I realised I could breathe and it was beautiful! fish everywhere. I lay on my lack and looked up at the sky through the water. Then everything went wrong. When I came out I was sobbing, there was a tiny teddy bear with writing on its fur and a deflated green balloon sat by a rock. I picked it up and cried. There were balloons floating in the sky (the group had been blowing them up and letting them go, so the sky was pretty much filled with pretty coloured balloons). The leader of the group - who I now recognised as a girl I used to know who lost her son when he was about 4 (he had a hole in the heart and numerous other things wrong with him) - came over to me and said how sorry she was that Stephen had passed away and that she knew I would never forget him and that she was sorry that the balloons had bought back the memory of him. The teddy bear was called Barabus Bear. I cried and cried because I remembered this chubby little blonde boy that was my Stephen and wondered how anyone could ever cope with such a thing happening. I then woke up, and in that kind of strange little world you live in for a few seconds before reality hits, I still felt that Steve was gone. But not gone as he is now. Gone as a tiny boy, a long time ago, and that I would never see him again. It seemed such a long time until I realised that this hadnt happened. Ive had this type of dream before and its always about Steve. I wake up and feel truly bereft.
Ive got to go to work in about an hour, so I thought I might as well get up. Pob is sound asleep. I have prodded him a bit and stroked his back, but no reaction, so I thought I would come and write it down. Its still very vivid in my mind and Im still really upset. I always used to write my dreams down though, so I thought I would again.
I had a very restless night last night and drifted in and out of sleep for a bit. I must have had this dream between 3 - 5 am.
The details of the dream are a bit sketchy, but it was very vivid. I was at the seaside with a group of people. It was a beautiful sunny day. There seemed to be a leader - a woman, telling us what to do. We had taken a drug so that we could breathe under water, so we climbed into the water. It seemed to be in a cave and the water was as clear as swimming pool water, but obviously tidal. It was freezing cold, but beautiful. After the initial shock of climbing in and holding my breath, I realised I could breathe and it was beautiful! fish everywhere. I lay on my lack and looked up at the sky through the water. Then everything went wrong. When I came out I was sobbing, there was a tiny teddy bear with writing on its fur and a deflated green balloon sat by a rock. I picked it up and cried. There were balloons floating in the sky (the group had been blowing them up and letting them go, so the sky was pretty much filled with pretty coloured balloons). The leader of the group - who I now recognised as a girl I used to know who lost her son when he was about 4 (he had a hole in the heart and numerous other things wrong with him) - came over to me and said how sorry she was that Stephen had passed away and that she knew I would never forget him and that she was sorry that the balloons had bought back the memory of him. The teddy bear was called Barabus Bear. I cried and cried because I remembered this chubby little blonde boy that was my Stephen and wondered how anyone could ever cope with such a thing happening. I then woke up, and in that kind of strange little world you live in for a few seconds before reality hits, I still felt that Steve was gone. But not gone as he is now. Gone as a tiny boy, a long time ago, and that I would never see him again. It seemed such a long time until I realised that this hadnt happened. Ive had this type of dream before and its always about Steve. I wake up and feel truly bereft.
Ive got to go to work in about an hour, so I thought I might as well get up. Pob is sound asleep. I have prodded him a bit and stroked his back, but no reaction, so I thought I would come and write it down. Its still very vivid in my mind and Im still really upset. I always used to write my dreams down though, so I thought I would again.