Last night I had a terrible night. I kept waking up every few hours. The worst part was I kept having one nightmare after another. They were the kind of nightmares that were so bad that the shock would cause me to wake up.
I couldn’t remember all of them. Yet there was one in particular that stick in my mind. My husband and I were sitting in bed watching TV. Suddenly, a man dressed all in black runs into the room and tackles me. My husband tries to get him off of me. I keep thinking that as soon as that happens I should be able to get up and get the baseball bat in the bedroom and help him to defend us from the intruder, but before it can happen, I woke up. The part that stick in my mind is the man’s face was painted black and white like a skull mask.
Strange enough, it really isn’t as disturbing as it seems. My nightmares are usually my not being able to act. I usually find myself frozen and defenseless. In this nightmare, someone was attacking me, but my husband was there to help me and I had an idea of what I could do to help myself. I don’t know if it means anything, but instead of spending hours trying to change the outcome of the dream, I just woke up. Instead of feeling helpless, I felt like there was something I could do.
I hate that I had tons of nightmares, but I’d like to believe that my nightmares changed. Maybe my belief in myself in growing and that can only happen with faith.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
