I woke up this morning 10 minutes before Jordan was supposed to leave for school. This is very unusual since the kids usually wake me up long before I NEED to be up. Anyways, I was happy to be awake after the awful dream I had:
Everything was dark--it was night time. I was going out with some friends when all of a sudden we saw meteros flying through the sky and toward us ( I know, it sounds corny, but it was so real and terrifying). We managed to avoid them, but I was so scared. I remember thinking--"Is this the way I am going to die?" My only goal was to get home to be with my kids. I just kept imagining how scared them must be without Mom.
I don't know about any of you, but this isn't the first time I've had a "the world is coming to an end" kind of dream (I have been in terrorist attacks, earthquakes, tornados...). As much as I hate having these kinds of dreams, I love the feeling I get when I wake up and realize that it was "just a dream". For so many, these types of things are a part of their lives. We are blessed.
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