Either I've suddenly become terrified of fires...or my dreams now are taking on an extremely symbolic trait...
Last night was the third night in the past week that I've had that dream...
It starts out so beautiful...just me and him lying on blanket in the middle of a meadow surrounded by a gorgeous forest...it's peaceful and beautiful and I never want to leave...
And then suddenly, he's gone and the forest around me erupts into fiercely hot flames...and I can't escape...there's no where to turn...I'm calling his name, I'm calling for help, but nothing happens except that the flames find they love the taste of my skin...
I wake crying and choking on my screams...
Last night, it was the same dream...
Except this time I knew what was going to happen and I tried to tell him but he brushed me off, saying we were safe and that he'd never leave me...
And then, again, he was gone...the tears started flowing but this time I didn't try to run...I just stood there and let the fire dance up my arms...the last thought that ran through my head was that I'd rather feel this burning pain than the sinking hole his leaving had put in my heart...
Abba, what do these dreams mean, if they even mean anything? Why do I keep having them? Even when my eyes are open, the images are still burned (no pun intended) into my brain...
.....I just want it to stop.....
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