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I believe someone had a dreams topic on the old ATN. I had so many dreams on that topic.....
ANYWAYS!
I thought we could start it up again.
Post your dreams here.......
Night at home
The dream starts in a trailer. A boy, about 16 years, sits on the couch. He's drunk and upset. Suddenly, a young girl with the same eyes and nose comes in. The boy's mother yells at the girl, thinking it was the boy's ex-girlfriend that she'd forced the boy to break up with. The girl says, "Shut the **** up." and sits down by the boy. She began whispering in a worried voice. The boy doesn't move. Another boy comes in, calling for his sister and father.
"Mom's hurt, Dad. You have to get up!"
The girl gets up and begins to tug on the boy. The other one joins in. They're screaming, "Dad, Mom's dying!"
The drunk boy gets up and joins the other two. They get to a bedroom. My bedroom. I'm on the floor, screaming, "GET AWAY FROM ME!" Demons are attacking me. I start screaming, "WHERE'S MY BIBLE?" the drunk boy, the father, goes to the bed and takes a book off the covers. A crimson Bible. He moves my hands to hold the Bible. I begin to pray, as well as the boy and girl. The boy and girl begin to say, "God's got you now Mom. He's holding you in his arms." The father neals down and holds me. I'm the mother. This is my family. My husband. My kids. My LIFE. I get up and fight the demons off. I'm successful. The boy's Mom then comes in and tries to seperate us.our hands are locked tight together. We make it out alive and together with our kids. We stay together and strong. We can live.
ANYWAYS!
I thought we could start it up again.
Post your dreams here.......
Night at home
The dream starts in a trailer. A boy, about 16 years, sits on the couch. He's drunk and upset. Suddenly, a young girl with the same eyes and nose comes in. The boy's mother yells at the girl, thinking it was the boy's ex-girlfriend that she'd forced the boy to break up with. The girl says, "Shut the **** up." and sits down by the boy. She began whispering in a worried voice. The boy doesn't move. Another boy comes in, calling for his sister and father.
"Mom's hurt, Dad. You have to get up!"
The girl gets up and begins to tug on the boy. The other one joins in. They're screaming, "Dad, Mom's dying!"
The drunk boy gets up and joins the other two. They get to a bedroom. My bedroom. I'm on the floor, screaming, "GET AWAY FROM ME!" Demons are attacking me. I start screaming, "WHERE'S MY BIBLE?" the drunk boy, the father, goes to the bed and takes a book off the covers. A crimson Bible. He moves my hands to hold the Bible. I begin to pray, as well as the boy and girl. The boy and girl begin to say, "God's got you now Mom. He's holding you in his arms." The father neals down and holds me. I'm the mother. This is my family. My husband. My kids. My LIFE. I get up and fight the demons off. I'm successful. The boy's Mom then comes in and tries to seperate us.our hands are locked tight together. We make it out alive and together with our kids. We stay together and strong. We can live.
