Vivid Nightmare
If you're a parent, you'll understand this. Or maybe you will not because it's a nightmare and may have not happened to you. If so then what I'm about to describe you're lucky. I woke up earlier this morning crying (not realizing it until my husband woke me up) at 4:00am. Waking our 10 month old up as well. :(. My dream was my daughter and I sitting in a house we were renting out for a vacation of some sorts or something. Across the street was a hotel and it was late. (This place didn't look familiar.) Well my husband had ran to the store or something. It was nice out so we had the windows open, and the door. Adeline and I are sitting on the couch people watching when two black men barge in with guns. We know them. So at first I smile at them and go to say hey until I see the black pistols in their hands. I immediately scream "No! Get out!" They look at me obviously didn't expect us to be there. They said "Get behind the couch, Breonna!" I look at them in horror as I hug my daughter tight and beg for them to let me run across the street to the hotel. They tell me it's not safe and I hear people yelling and gun shots getting closer. So I hide behind the couch. A white man barges in with a shotgun and shots go off. Then my dream at this point randomly alters and behind the couch is one of the guys, and light skinned woman I know, and then me clutching l my daughter in my lap. I start begging the white man to please let us go or at least let me get my child to safety. He just looks at me as I keep crying and begging. Then next thing I know he shoots me. I'm shocked and upset. I look Adeline over and she's fine. The woman next to me grabs my daughter as I start to fall over. I look at my daughter and she's looking at me with her big brown eyes not understanding what's going on as I die. And all I say is "Mommy loves you so much." Then next thing I know my husband is waking me up and I'm bawling, gasping for air. Just typing that last part. I started crying. To think I'd never get to see my daughter grow up or be there for her is the most upsetting thing in this world. And what's worse is remembering that last part of the dream, as you stare at your infant child as you die and they stare back.