My First Dream

That night, when we arrived in Bethany, everyone was already in bed and asleep. Shanna was with mom, who had taken a sedative. We dropped Ryan off at mom's house. Jeff, Grace and I went next door to sleep in the RV.

Grace was out and Jeff was asleep within minutes. I laid on the bed and couldn't quit crying. So, I got up, I wrote in Grace's journal for a while, worked a Suduko puzzle, then finally fell asleep.

As I slept, I had a dream. Daddy was in a hospital bed. He looked as awful as he did the night he came out of the transplant surgery. The difference was that he was awake and no tubes were in his nose or mouth. There were still tubes and lines running in and out of the rest of his body. I saw the blood all over him from the nose bleeds. He had no beard. His skin was still yellow.

He was looking at me intently. His eyes a piercing blue. The eyes showed me how serious he was. I couldn't see myself in the dream...I it was just him, in the bed looking into my eyes.

Over and over, he repeated one phrase, "Take care of your mama. Take care of your mama. Take care of your mama."

When I awoke, I looked at the clock. Only about 11 minutes had passed since I had last looked at it, before falling asleep.

I am not one to dream often. This was the first time that I had ever had a dream that I felt gave me a message. But, that is what I believe it was.

Aimee