dreams

A dream which is not interpreted is like a letter which is not read. ~The Talmud

So I have been having this recurring dream now for several weeks and the more I have it the more detailed it gets. Its starting to scare me, a little. I mean its a little freaky, weird. If you know me and you know my history with dreams, and some strange alliance with whats going to happen, you would understand why. So here is my dream, what do you think?

So I have made no secret of the fact that I am kind of with this Marine, who makes my world go round, just slightly. Well this dream is about him.

The first thing I always remember is me sitting in a hospital room, holding the left hand of a man, with my head down on the bed, between my folded arms. I guess Im sleeping, but every time I get a good look I am crying also. At some point I look up and see him attached to multiple tubes and all kinds of leads, the monitors and oxygen tanks all in their place and running, as he sleeps but not really peacefully. I know hes unconscious. He has cuts on his arms, face, any where else Im brave enough to look.

About the time I am not brave enough to look any more and am ready to sit in my little stool again, holding his hand, his boys walk in. Tony and Tyler, always telling me I should go home, get some rest. Im not doing him any good just sitting here and crying. They will call me if anything changes. Of course Im stubborn and say no. How could I leave, what if he wakes up? What if, anything?

This is how it goes over and over, with me breaking down. This and some where in the break down monitors start going off, and I wake up just in time not to see anything else. But it keeps me awake at night. If I do get sleep I have this dream, and wake up and cant get back to sleep. Its disturbing me enough to make me not want to go to sleep anymore.