I could see this wall of water coming towards us. It appeared to be 50 feet high. I looked around and all these thoughts flashed through my mind. I could see us being thrashed against the rocks or tossed about like rag dolls. As it got closer I grabbed my son and held on as tight as I could. The water was upon us. With my arms around him I kicked my way to the top. It seemed to take forever. There was no thrashing, no being thrown about, just this peaceful rising to the top. We rose out of the darkness into the light. The next thing I remember was that we were on dry land. The water had descended and we made it. Suddenly I was walking on the shore and now it was Alex (my son) and Kayla (my daughter) and I. I was afraid that the waves were going to come in again and cover us. Kayla said....We just need to keep going. And we did.
There are books of dreams where the author tries to interpret the meanings. I don't think that is possible as only the person dreaming that dream can decide what it means to them. To me, this dream reflects my life over the past six months where everything came crashing down upon my world. From the bottom, I rose back up.
Life has been a struggle. Change is difficult. For awhile, I even forgot who I was. But like in the dream, I will always make it through whatever comes my way.