posted October 09, 2002 09:35 PM         

i grabbed him and went to the living room...a man was in my house, an older man, wrinkled, with glasses and grey hair, a baseball cap on his head...there was a little girl with him, long straight blonde hair, about 12 yrs old...she never spoke, just smiled...he was going down the hallway of my house, and i said, "excuse me sir, but what are you doing in my house? did you just walk in my house?" and he said.."yes, where is my son? where is Amber? i am here to get Hunter"

he started down the hallway after Amber, and i glanced down the hall and could see Amber laying on her back in my bed..her husband which didn't really look like her husband if that makes sense, was this man's son, and he was hunched over top of her in my bed..like on all 4's ...and she was begging and pleading with him to leave her alone...

i held Hunter tight and yelled for this man to get out of my house...my mother was there and she was on the phone, i told her to get off the phone now and when i said so, to call the 911..i told the man, that i was going to count to 10 and for him to get out of my house or i would call the police...i began to count and got to 6 and he growled at me and left..taking the little girl with him...he stood outside my house fussing and i locked the doors..

my mother came out and asked me what was going on, and i told her that he had come to pick up Hunter but i didn't want him to have him..she told me to take the baby to the back room, and from there i could still see into by bedroom...then, Hunter's dad came in there, Amber was behind him..her hair was in a pony tail, blonde with pink strands that hung around her face and she had been crying...she was wearing a wild looking pj's set, tshirt and pants..the print was wild looking...i asked her what should i do? and she toldme to let him go with his father, that it was ok...

i hesitantly gave Hunter to this guy and the guy began to ask me stuff..i told him he had not had breakfast, he needed a diaper change and he needed diapers to take with him...he looked at me in the eyes and grabbed my hand and squeezed it, and thanked me for taking care of his son...but he was lying..and i hated him at that moment...i stared at him back and squeezed his hand hard and told him that i would see him again...he angered me because of what he was doing, that she had come to visit me and now he was being so mean...

they left, as they were going to church...i found out where and i went there...i sat on the 2nd row and glanced around..i saw Hunter and his father and his parents sitting behind me on the other side...the "pastor" came out and began to do church like things, but it was a weird place..it was not like church..they brought around a tray and it had alcholic drinks on it...

i started to get up and go to the back so i could watch them, but then, i saw Aub dressed in grey, with his hair in a ponytail, he was walking towards the back..i asked a lady beside me where the restrooms were and she said in the back..i was afraid to be in this place for some reason..i went to the back thinking he had gone to the restroom and i was going to tell him who i was and what was going on, but i couldn't find him..i looked at my watch and it was 10pm..i had been there for hourss...

i then left the building and went to my car..it was rainingl...pouring...and i got in the car and a policeman came over to my car, he wanted me to get out because he thoought i was drunk..he then asked me what i was doing in that building ..didn't i know i was not supposed to be there...

i was trying to tell him what was going on, but i kept getting tongue tied...

and then i woke up...

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When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won. There have been tyrants, and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall, always.

- Mahatma Gandhi

posted October 10, 2002 01:29 PM         

I am not sure if you want me to give you thoughts on this, though - do you? Just ask and I will!

Thank you for sharing the dream!

posted October 10, 2002 07:21 PM         

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When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won. There have been tyrants, and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall, always.

- Mahatma Gandhi

posted October 11, 2002 06:29 PM         

People are not who they appear to be. Things are not what they seem. There are people close to you - friends - who are being manipulated to some degree by someone or some group - or both. The people of this group - which has religious connotations - are intentionally being misguided. The power they think they are receiving has actually dulled their perception of what truly lies behind the forces they play with.

I hope this is incorrect.