War Dreams

I had a really bizarre dream last night that spooked me and I couldn’t get back to sleep for an hour.

My dream seemed very real and very scary and it made me think of those innocent people who are dealing with this kind of problem right now. War.

In my dream, my family and friends and I were at a gas station buying sodas and water. We walked out to our car and a bunch of foreign men with guns forced us into the gas station garage and began shooting the men and letting the women go. I was holding onto Belle, still in shock at what was happening. Bello was behind me and told me to put my hands up to let them know that I was not armed. Bello said he would stay right behind me and we would walk out. However, I knew that they would shoot him but let Belle and I go, so I told him he had stay there and hide. The confused look on his face will stay with me for a while. He didn’t understand that they were only allowing the women to survive. I turned around to say goodbye to him and he was gone. I felt relieved but scared that I would never see him again.

I took Belle’s hand, walked out with my hands up and the war hounds shooed me out. I remember being in my old hometown area, walking up the hills, trying to figure out my way to mother’s house without being killed. I have never felt so much fear for my daughter’s life in all her years. I ran up hills, dragging her, dodging in and out of cars from potential war criminals on the street. Then, I finally made it to my mother’s house.

Once inside, I looked out the window to see a white van stop in front of the house and two men were trying to see if anyone was inside my mother’s house. I ducked behind the couch so they wouldn’t see me. When they drove off, I went around the house and locked all the doors. I then hid Belle in a safe place and went to call Bello on his phone to see if he was okay. Then something dawned on me. What if I call and he’s hiding and the war criminals hear his phone ring? I thought it would be best to wait until I hear from him or someone that was with him. As I was thinking about this, I realized that I had forgotten to lock one door; the door in the kitchen. I ran to lock it and as I reached the door, it was kicked open, hit me in the face and I woke up.

I was awake, but I was in shock. I got up and went to Belle’s room to give her a kiss and then I crawled back into to bed and stared at Bello for an hour. I was glad that he was where he was suppose to be; right next to me all along.

I never want to dream something like that again and I don’t know why I would dream something like that to begin with. I support our troops, don’t agree with war, and I feel for those innocent people being killed but why would I dream something like this?

There has to be some kind of meaning behind it. What do you think it means?