You know, the "dream" the nightmare really. When my world came crashing down around me with the words informing me that my husband is dead. When I awoke, of course, despite the cold sweat and the adrenaline pumping through my veins, my husband was lying quite soundly beside me. Completely untouched, utterly whole, unaware of the horror that just ran through my head. Unaware of the tears I felt warm on my cheeks. Unaware entirely of my greatest fears. My hand reaches out and grasps him, just desperate to feel his touch, his skin, to hear the heart beating in his warm chest.
I am not one who believes in signs, so this dream doesn't mean a prophecy to me as it might to many spouses. I think it's perfectly natural for military family members to have this nightmare at times. It's your greatest fear. Of course your subliminal mind has reason to act it out in a dream. I've had it a few times since he left on his first deployment. It still haunts me and it still aches in my mind. I just pray that it only remains in my dreams. I pray and hope that it is a nightmare that I will never experience in life.
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