A while back I wrote a post of a dream I had. It was rather strange but some of you had good points of view of what is was trying to tell me. Well, last night I had a dream that was disturbing on so many levels. I am not the type of person who dreams very much or at least I don't remember them. This dream last most of the night, woke me up 6 or 7 times, and nothing strange happened in it. (you know what I mean? )
I was sitting at home (except I was living at my mothers house) the only other person there was my son who was 2. (he is 6 in real life) He was taking a nap on the couch when he died of a massive heart attack. I was very upset over this crying and holding him. The next day I went about my day, going to the grocery store and taking a walk, and people would ask me about Ryan and I would break down crying. I didn't tell anyone he died but it was like everyone knew. (This is weird) I was afraid to tell my parents that he past away. My daughter came home and saw me holding Ryan and telling him that I loved him, over and over. I told her what happened (then finally my alarm went off)
I never thought about a dream like I have thought about this one today. It was extremely upsetting to me. Any ideas as to what this could be about?