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I apologize if I placed this thread in the wrong forum. If I did, feel free to move it. But yeah, I just wanted to share another dream that I had last night. I don't know why, but I've been remembering my dreams a lot more lately. It's entertaining, for sure, but still kind of unusual, at least for me these days.
I don't recall how the dream started, but at some point, my family and I were at this symposium to listen to some people discuss abortion. Some of the people there were actual abortionists and, basically, they were promoting the procedures that they did. Of course, I had a lot to say about that and tried to reason with them and the other people at the conference, but nobody wanted to hear it. Everyone put down my points and called me things like "irrational" and "stupid". Throughout the entire dream, I kept trying to change hearts and minds, yet no one was having it. I may have even been assaulted (physically and otherwise too) a few times for expressing my dissent. And I kept seeing bloody victims of abortions during the dream. It was pretty sad.
Then, at some point, I was leaning over the open trunk of a car to get something that I needed, and I ended up remembering an article that I had read earlier in the day (in real life). The article was about a nurse who saw a baby from a failed abortion procedure being left in a dish of some sort to just die. She wanted to give him oxygen or just hold him, but she legally was not allowed to, so she had to leave him there, and by the time she came back, the baby had passed away.
Remembering the baby mentioned in that article made me so sad that I ended up weeping mournfully into my arms, leaning further into the trunk. That's when some people came up behind me with some golf clubs or maybe metal hockey sticks and said that I was being a bit of a nuisance. Then, sparing you the gory details, I was murdered. And the worst part about it was that nobody cared that I died. Not my family; not any possible bystanders; nobody.
For the duration of the dream, I tried to get the attention of my family and others to try and get them to continue to fight for the unborn, but nobody noticed my presence whatsoever. After all, I was a ghost at that point. And I just felt so helpless, sad, and angry. None of the work that I had done made any difference to anyone and hadn't saved any lives either. It was incredibly frustrating, and I think that's where the dream left off.
Sorry to post such a negative dream. I just wanted to share it with others who were willing to listen.
I don't recall how the dream started, but at some point, my family and I were at this symposium to listen to some people discuss abortion. Some of the people there were actual abortionists and, basically, they were promoting the procedures that they did. Of course, I had a lot to say about that and tried to reason with them and the other people at the conference, but nobody wanted to hear it. Everyone put down my points and called me things like "irrational" and "stupid". Throughout the entire dream, I kept trying to change hearts and minds, yet no one was having it. I may have even been assaulted (physically and otherwise too) a few times for expressing my dissent. And I kept seeing bloody victims of abortions during the dream. It was pretty sad.
Then, at some point, I was leaning over the open trunk of a car to get something that I needed, and I ended up remembering an article that I had read earlier in the day (in real life). The article was about a nurse who saw a baby from a failed abortion procedure being left in a dish of some sort to just die. She wanted to give him oxygen or just hold him, but she legally was not allowed to, so she had to leave him there, and by the time she came back, the baby had passed away.
Remembering the baby mentioned in that article made me so sad that I ended up weeping mournfully into my arms, leaning further into the trunk. That's when some people came up behind me with some golf clubs or maybe metal hockey sticks and said that I was being a bit of a nuisance. Then, sparing you the gory details, I was murdered. And the worst part about it was that nobody cared that I died. Not my family; not any possible bystanders; nobody.
For the duration of the dream, I tried to get the attention of my family and others to try and get them to continue to fight for the unborn, but nobody noticed my presence whatsoever. After all, I was a ghost at that point. And I just felt so helpless, sad, and angry. None of the work that I had done made any difference to anyone and hadn't saved any lives either. It was incredibly frustrating, and I think that's where the dream left off.
Sorry to post such a negative dream. I just wanted to share it with others who were willing to listen.