I believe that most dreams are from our fears. I used to dream that I could not find my girls, who are now in their twenties. This would be a recurrence at least two to three times a week. They have always called me a worry-wart. All mothers out there would agree with me that we can’t help but to worry about our kids. These dreams themselves were not the same, but were dreams of my girls being abducted or just lost, and I would search, scream, cry, and pray to die because I could not locate them. These dreams seemed so real. Today I don’t dream as much about them, but when I do … they are always the little girls I cannot find.
I also have storm phobia. It’s not as bad as it use to be, for I feel as safe as one can feel where I am living today. I use to dream of being in a tornado and for a while, this happen nightly. It was so bad, my mom thought I should get help to deal with it, but I never did. One night I thought I was going to have a heart attack, for it was storming really bad one night. The wind and rain were very loud. I went under the stairs and just when I thought a tornado was overhead, I began to pray, while my body felt like it was burning. My chest starting feeling funny and I got really sick to my stomach all of a sudden. Lucky, there was no tornado.
