Gorey details warning
In the past two weeks I’ve had two extremely disturbing dreams, both about the bodies of dead babies. The first one had me as a spectator in a room with two huge butcher tables with a large fat man with no shirt, covered in blood, and with the dismembered bodies of children around him and on the floor, he was holding a cleaver. I woke up in a cold sweat.
The second dream had me driving through the streets of a bombed out looking neighborhood - homes half burned, drug dealers and people with guns hiding in the shadows, and all around me the bodies of dead children, again dismembered and bloody, and I could feel them under the tires of my vehicle as I tried to drive through.
The children are not infants, but perhaps less than a year old. My dreams are EXTREMELY vivid. Like going to a movie, full Technicolor, sound, and sometimes even smell. So when I had these dreams, to say they were disturbing is an vast understatement.
My DH thinks it is because I have been looking at some pro-life sites lately, and reading about some of the pro-life stuff here, and I think also because having a child of our own has been on my mind lately.
All I know is that I hope I don’t have one again - and yes, I pray rapid fire to Saint Michael when the dreams do come. It certainly isn’t any fun to have to endure them, and I don’t seem to wake up until I’ve seen enough to be truly terrified. Thank God it’s only happened twice.
Sorry to be so gruesome - there was no way to really talk about them without talking about them.
~Liza