Literally. I haven’t had such a bad dream…well a nightmare in forever. I woke up crying.
I was at my parents and for some odd reason I was with my ex and my said he was going to kill me. So the whole time I had been trying to get away from it. During this all I knew I my oldest was at the hospital and was coming home that day. So I’m still trying to get away. And I’m serious there were bows, short guns, knives. All these things he was trying to kill me with. But we tried to kill him first and he just wouldn’t die. Ya for some odd reason there were a ton of people there. We tried running over him and then there were shot guns, but they had no ammo left.
Well the end of the dream everyone was in one room. I was in the middle of asking o able to live just one more week. And Michael was all of a sudden there and I had to tell him about how mommy was going to die. That’s when I woke up just crying.
Seriously puts tears in my eyes right now. It’s my biggest fear to die before my children grow up. And it’s even worse with Michael not having a father because it’s like he has no one…even though he has my parents and the rest of my fam. But damn!
I HATE nightmares