I actually had a dream!

[stevie]

I had a dream, I DON'T dream! I had a reacurring dream for a few years and the situation finally presented it's self, end of dream history. I had a dream this morning, woke up in tears and it took me 20 min. to regain total thought process, and get the tears to stop.

The dream:
My three kid's and I pulled up at my dad and step-mothers house for a christmas visit. We carried our bags in the house, past all the people in the frontroom and down the hall to the guest bedroom. Realizing that other people had their stuff in there we walked back out to the frontroom. There was a discusion about us using the guest room, plans made a couple months in advance. My step-mother made the snooty comment " well, they can't afford a hotel" implying that I could. I stated that I had gotten off work 5 hours ago and needed to find somewhere to rest a while and walked out of the house, with my younge daughter. My teenage son and daughter stayed in the house for a few minutes. I heard my son's voice, very loud, saying that I "wouldn't be arround next year, or six months from now for that matter!" Then he came out to the car, fallowed by my dad. My daughter came to the door and said she was staying there with her aunts and uncles. My dad came to the car, appologized for the change of plans ("you know how Marilyn is"). I handed him an envelope with plane tickets etc. for a trip to Ireland in March, my christmas pressent to him. I gave him a hug, told him "I love you dad, I will call you later", Then me and my 2 kid's left. Next we were at my friend's house and I was telling him about what had happened, details about Dr. visits, etc.

A little insight: I was diagnosed with a cardio-pulminary disease in 2003. After about a month of downhill spiral i came too terms with it and wrote my will, life since has been preping my children for the enevitable. My children are now daughter 6; son 15; daughter 18. I have only had the money for a hotel room twice in my adult life. My dad had neuro-surgery 6 months before my diagnosis and I told him that I wanted us to go to Ireland to tour and see the family castle before he died. I cried for the first time in almost 30 years last spring, that's just something I don't do, just like dreamming. I do "zone out" on occasion, my eyes blur, silver fog, and what I see in "my mind's eye" happens in one way or another in the near future. With all that said......... This dream was really disturbing, any inpute would be very appreciated.

[Phoenix]

Stevie,

If this had been my dream, I'd make an appointment to see my cardiologist asap. I can see why it upset you so much, it would upset me too. But here is the thing. If you are afraid of dying.. keep in mind death isnt an end to everything, it is a change. See, it's something I have come to understand lately, that death isn't something to be feared. There is a basic understanding/law in science: Energy cannot be created or distroyed, only transformed. As human beings, we are energy and therefore cannot be distroyed. Just because we don't know what will happen when our bodies die, doesn't mean it is something that needs to be feared. It is the great unknown adventure that we all must take one day.

That said, the dream was just a dream. Take what advice you can from it and follow your own instincts in everything you do. Be well.