by Soul sister
Ok so I am addicted...
| Last night I dreamed that we were in a foreign country and did not understand the language well. It was a hostile country and my kids were kidnapped. The government kept telling me there was nothing they could do as the kids were more than likely out of the country by now to be sold as slaves or worse they may be dead. They said it happened alot in this country and I would never see them again. I woke up crying. I was thinking how much I wanted to tell my kids in the dream. Then when I woke up I felt such overwhelming love for them. I wanted to go wake them up to hug them but waited until this morning.
I guess with all the war and violence in the middle east along with me teaching about Squanto getting kidnapped and sent to Spain in 1620-- my dream kicked in. I am so glad it was not real