Worst. Dream. Ever.

I had a dream last night. Not a "look at the pretty bunny" dream. It was a struggling to wake up because its bad dream. I'm not a dreamer. Joseph and I wouldn't have much to talk about. My dreams are warning signs that something not good is about to happen or could happen to someone I love. I think it's God telling me to suit up and fight. Which I've got no problem doing. I'll fight for you in a heartbeat. And I hope you know that. I'm not the most experienced, but that's why I rely on Him.

So what did my dream look like? Well, spiders. They don't really bother me in this life, but in my subconscious I'm apparently terrified of them. They were everywhere. Big black hairy ones. Ginormous skinny Daddy Longlegs that would crawl across my stomach. Little ones that I could feel on my skin even though they weren't very big. I kept flinging them off of me, and when I'd smack one off, two more would show up. Crawling in my hair, up my arms, tickling my toes. It was agony. I kept tossing and turning trying to wake up, realizing that waking up would somehow be freedom, but I couldn't do it.

The great thing about my dreams is that He always brings me out of them. I'll get to the point where I'm so terrified I'll remember what has happened and then He says enough is enough, draws the line, and wakes me up.

So whatever is going on in your life, I'll be fighting for you.