Dreams

Over the past 7 years I have had a reoccurring dream that has haunted me until recently.  The dream would vary a little but the message of the dream did not change until late last year.

Standing on the beach on the west coast of America I look west across the ocean.  Although I am far away, I see a beach I know well on the far north east coast of Tasmania, Australia.  It is a beautiful and secluded beach with white grainy sand and crystal blue waters.  I longed to be there, to dive into the waters I knew so well.  Bay of Fires called to me, the siren's call of the waves crashing on the shore lured me.  Home whispered my name and my heart ached to set foot on the land I knew so well.  I approached the shore; the water was still and serene.  As I placed my first foot into the still sea the water became turbulent and great white sharks the size of buses exploded from the water.  They did not attack me but every time I made a move for Tasmania they stopped me, forcing me back to the shores of America.  Heart broken I stood on beach, not being able to leave I saw the faces of my loved ones waiting for me on that distant lands of my home.

Many nights I came to the beach and tried again, sometimes it was just sharks stopping me other times earthquakes would toss me up into the air and drop me suddenly crashing hard onto the sandy shores.  Winds howled and ripped at me holding me back.  At times I would have to climb impossibly high sand dunes, exhausted and victorious I would finally get to the water's edge and as I placed my foot into the water my captors would roil out of the sea, baring my way.  Despair took over, I was trapped.

Once my son was born he would take this journey with me and the result was the same.  He would always be safe in my arms, no harm would befall him ever, but we were as trapped as ever.  I would not give up; I could see my family and friends waiting for me knowing I was trying to reach them.  I kept fighting but years passed and my jailers would not let me go.

One day my dream finally changed for the good.  I had taken my son and left my husband for many reasons, the biggest was he threatened to kill both me and my son.  After years of abuse I had enough and we left.

Soon after we were settled and felt safe again we came to the beach, this time my son was holding my hand and we approached the cool clear waters.  I looked down at my son and he smiled up at me with his dark brown eyes.  No earthquakes stopped us, no whipping winds ripped at us.  We both stepped into the water and nothing happened, our jailers were gone.  We began to walk into the water and I woke from my dream knowing we were free.

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I have been asked this quite frequently so I thought I would answer the most asked question.  No, I am not home yet. I am currently working on paperwork so I can go home with my son.  I have been given clearance to take my son home to Australia.  We should be home soon.