Because of that experience, this time around I have had no desire whatsoever to dream about Tabitha, but of course that means that I have dreamed about her over and over again. The dreams are not happy, they are full of anxiety and loss.
I have dreamed that I parked Tabitha's wheelchair somewhere and I can't remember where. I have dreamed that I am separated from her by a dangerous, busy street and I can't get to her. I have dreamed that I took her for a simple check up only to find that she had life threatening cancer.
Last night was the worst. Yesterday I broke out in hives again, I'm sure as a stress response, and took a couple of Benadryl to relieve the itching. I think the Benadryl did a number on my sleep, because even though I was tired and groggy, I woke up over and over again. Each time I woke up I remembered a dream and each one of them was sad or frantic. I woke up from the worst one at about 3:00 in the morning. I dreamed that Tabitha was dead, but someone forgot to put her in the casket and so she was in a crypt on top of the casket, all layed out in her Alice dress. I was afraid to pick her up and put her in her casket for fear of the state her body was in. At one point I realized her eyes were open and she was looking at me, but because I knew it couldn't be true, I was doing my best to ignore it. There was a lot more detail to this dream, but the images are so impacting and so negative I don't want to put them in anyone else's mind.
my heart hurts for you meek, you are in my thoughts every day. Love you sister
ReplyDeleteI had simular dreams when I was pregnant with Ryan , the dreams were about Benjamin. Such alful dreams. We remember you in our prayers.-Michele White
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