A little About the dreams I've had before.
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Brent is already awake. I find him in the kitchen making breakfast for the kids. " Babe! my dream was awesome." i tell him. he is used to me talking about my dreams.but i cant help i have always had psychic dreams.when we 1st got together he called me a witch. Just a month ago i woke up from a nap screaming for my son kye. after running through the house and outside. we discovered he climbed up in bed and took a nap with me. i was so shaken Brent sat me down and said " Ahda what was the dream?" It took me a few minutes to calm myself of the horrible things i had just witnessed. Finally able to speak i told him of the dream. i had seen a fat white man in a big white van take my son. In the back of this van this man was forcing himself on my son. i could feel my sons terror as the cold medal was pushed harder and harder against my sons head. i felt his fear as he cried out for me and i wasn't there to help him. i felt his terror as he realized no one was coming to help him. i felt his pain as this sick f**k pushed into my baby boy. thats when i woke up in terror and screaming and searching for my boy. only to find he had been asleep next to me, i can not describe the relief that flooded through me when i saw my baby asleep in my bed. i grabbed him and didnt let go. It was the middle of summer and i made my kids stay inside for 6 days. boy were they pissed. but on that 6th day a skinny black man was arrested for taking kids my sons age into his big white van. not too far from our house. my whole family was freaked out by me after that. but ive been doing that since i can remember. my mexican grandma or little grama as we call her. used to say that god himself kissed me the day i was born....
if only she knew how right she was.
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