Sometimes I don’t even want to dream. My dreams come true way too often and it’s scary. It could be months or years but they always come true ... not all of them ... but most of them ... and one that really cuts deep into my heart is the dream I had about Anthony R. K..
My husband used to be a U.S. Marine. He was deployed on his second tour during the pregnancy of our first son. My dreams are the strongest when I’m with child. They are very intense and vivid. It was hard for me to go through my day not hearing from my husband because I was so worried about him being hurt in Iraq. The days I didn’t hear from him were really bad and I would have the most intense dreams on those days.
My husband went through boot camp with a guy named Kimungu. They later developed an everlasting relationship that all of us yearn to have. They were inseparable and traveled the world together. Kimungu was a fun loving guy that never had anything but a smile on his face. He lived in New Jersey after moving here from Africa as an infant. He was always in a good mood. He never had anything bad to say about anyone or anything. He was one of the most free spirited people I have ever met in my life. He meant so much to my husband and I.
Early one morning about 6 a.m., I was awakened by a call from my husband in Iraq. I was having a bad dream that Kimungu had died and that I was in New Jersey at his funeral. I met his mother on her porch and I introduced myself to her as her son’s best friend’s wife. Her face is so clear to me, and the clothes she was wearing ... even the smells all around me. I hugged her and we cried together. In my dream, Kimungu had died in Iraq. We then went to the gravesite and it was so real.
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