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Monday, October 22, 2012

A Scary Dream

I wish I remembered my happy dreams the way I do my scary ones ... then I'd post about them too to show you that I don't just have crazy nightmares!

In this dream, Eric and I were members of some crazy research team ... and we were being threatened. One day, at the grocery store, Aaron was snatched from our cart. One moment he was there, the next he was gone. We knew why ... it had to do with the research we were doing. But the research was too important to stop, so we, and our second child, went into hiding - with my friend Emily Bass... Not sure why she was with us, but I was definitely grateful for her help.

At one point in the dream, we had pin pointed Aaron's location and while on the phone with my dad, mentioned this and that we were going to get him back. We went to where he was supposed to be and he wasn't there my heart stopped and I dropped and cried ... that's when we figured out they were tapped into our phones. On the run again, we used some equipment from my dad's work to show that they were also tracking our GPS location (my second child was playing a game on my phone). We ditched the car and the phones and ran for it...

In an effort to get more money, Eric sold some blankets from our car. I desperately realized that one that had been sold was one my grandmother had made for Aaron ... I dashed back after the lady and paid her more for it than she paid us... it was too precious to lose, and what if we never found Aaron? I needed to keep things that had belonged to him!

Another portion of the dream had us walking through a crowded street. Every time someone touched me or my family, I would shove them, fearing that they were after us... It wasn't long before our fears were confirmed. A creature jumped out at us and I yelled to Emily who was carrying our child to RUN as Eric and I tackled this strange being to the ground. Upon further inspection, we realized the creature was a person that had been surgically altered - and we recognized the markings of one of our colleagues in the surgical stitches. We knew where Aaron was.

We ran in and torched the front door. After breaking in our colleague took us directly to him - he was hidden inside a table. We looked at him and knew he was Aaron though he did not look like Aaron any more. They had begun the process of changing him - his skin was stretched and ready to be re-molded in a new way. We found his chart and they had prepared to give him "birth defects" so that his medical history would be so different that no one would ever connect him to us... Others in the room doubted that he was our Aaron, but I tickled his collar bone and he giggled even though he was heavily medicated ... and I gave him tomatoes, his favorite food and he gobbled them up. We knew he belonged with us. We set up an appointment with another surgeon to begin reconstructing him. The surgeon was uncertain as to whether he would ever look the same and we told her it didn't matter, we were just grateful to have him back.


I was blessed to wake up with Aaron in my arms. He had woken early and we fell back asleep while snuggling on the couch.  I know that no matter what he looks like or what he may do in the future, I will always be grateful to have him.


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