Sunday, December 21, 2014

Just a nightmare

Last night was the first night I had a nightmare about Thunderstorm... It was one of those dreams that felt so real and one that I will remember for a while.

It was time for the Christmas party I help arrange for work. It was a black tie event so every woman wore a wonderful dress, mine was blue; royal blue, long, and made me feel absolutely beautiful. Everyone at work was allowed to bring a guest and I had a guest. A wonderful friend, a handsome man. He was wearing a black suite with a pink shirt and he wore it like someone that knows fashion! (aka not over-sized or whatever else I see all the time that makes a man in a suite not look as attractive as he should).

I walked in to the ballroom together with the team who had helped arrange the party and their guests. My guest, walked a little bit behind carrying my glass of wine. I looked around in the ballroom as I walked in and I see him. He sits on a spot where someone else were suppose to be sitting. He looked at me with eyes cold as the devil.

I knew what he was thinking. He wanted to kill everyone who cared for me. He wanted to kill everyone who was my friend and leave me all alone... I turned around and told my guest to get as far away from me as possible and pretend not to know me. Panic started to grow inside of me as I was trying to alarm the others in the team...

"911" I whispered to the team. "He is here"...

I was desperately trying to figure out how to get everyone out of there before he could do what he was there to do. Kill people, then kill himself so he wouldn't have to deal with the repercussions. I knew it wouldn't be enough time to call the cops and if we did he would have done even more damage.

...Then I woke up... almost shaking. 


  1. Precious,
    You left him and now you are more relaxed so your unconscious feels free to express itself...I know it is horrible... All your fears of him can come up to the surface. With him, life was all about surviving. I was so surprised about my dreams. With him I Never dreamt of him-only about my parents and my country back home! When I had left him I spent the nights dreaming of him... being afraid. BUT it will go away. It will change. What helped me was selfless prayer and that I started to write down my memories of his abuse. You are on my mind a lot.
    May God release you

    1. Thank you Nanna - always for being here.
      I send you many prayers back!