I have to write it down before I forget it---yes, another dream! My hands were both asleep when I woke up, which is odd...
In the dream, my family was yet intact, with Timmy sort of coming and going. We were living in a building, like my condo or it could have been a hotel. Outside we were watching lots of aircraft as they came and went, when all of a sudden, a weird looking plane sort of swooped low, and dropped something which turned out to be a timed-bombed, which sunk into the ground. Everyone started moving away, and my family, including Mom, found our way down a hill which turned out to be toward the little creek which was across from our house when I was growing up. Cool!
The explosion did not occur immediately. As we made our way toward the creek, Mom, Justin, and I were telling people about Jesus. I met people that I knew for years, stopped them to ask if they knew Jesus was their Savior, made them look into my face. (Right now my tears are flowing here.) On the bright side, all that we talked to said they did know their Savior.
Only a little bit prior to this chapter in the dream, I was choosing from vinyl samples for my new kitchen floor, and said I wanted wood instead! That seemed, in the dream, to be a radical choice...There was construction going on in my home, and I was careful where I put stuff down in the house, as though that mushroom cloud coming would not make a huge mess, or that I could return to this home! Funny, even in the urgency, I was concerned with leaving things somewhat tidy.
We decided to make a run for it, before the mushroom cloud developed. Somehow we were able to pack up our luggage, or was it already packed?, and as I left the house, rode alone in a small elevator to the ground floor. I noticed tons of ants and some other bugs on the walls in the elevator car, and thought momentarily that they could be food in case I was stuck in there. I got downstairs to load my stuff in the car, and it seems to me that there were people in the third row of seating, perhaps Twila and her son, Kenneth. Mom and Justin were in the middle row, and my former spouse and me up front. We had to find room to put in Timmy's portrait in the back of the car, (silly me for thinking I would ever have a place to hang it again!), and the boys' scrapbooks, which would tell me now that Timmy must have already died. I also remember my then-spouse muttering about the insurance on the rental car, saying that by the time we finally left, the insurance would be expired. Really?
As we drove away, we were praying, trying to make our way out between the buildings, as we seemed to be in the loading zone for this structure. When I woke up this a.m., my hands were clenched together in prayer, under my pillows, and fast asleep!
