The other night I had a dream about my son. It was so vivid and real to me. That after it was over. I started to wonder if I should read into it more. Did it have meaning? Was something wrong? It was odd in the fact that I rarely have dreams about my son...
So the dream went like this... My mom and I were at grandma's house getting ready to turn in for the night. I turned to my right and saw that my son was hanging by the ledge of the Window on the outside not the inside. But you could see his whole head and his fingers. I immediately grabed him and hugged him so tight. I just keep telling him. It's gonna be ok. What's odd is he wasn't crying he was smiling. He was definitely I tell 3 years old in my dream. In that instant, I woke up out of the dream. I was sad and uncontrollably crying because I was never gonna see my boy at the age of 3 with that big beautiful smile, that melts your heart. I might never see it. Sure behind glass... it's not the same. I miss him allot. No he is not in prison. He us in jail I can see him on weekends. But it's just so heartbreaking it's hard for me to jump on the circle with him. Meaning this is not the first time. I just want so much more for him. But he really doesn't say or do anything to make me think that he will change. I still have FAITH but I want to happen sooner than later. I think somewhere along the lines something dramatic happened to my little boy while not in my presence that I will never be told about.
So what do you guys think this dream meant?
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Yes my son was diagnosed with ADHD as well. I had him very young. I was 17! From the time he was born he was hell on wheels. As a baby he was super colic. He would be up all night and sleep all day. Tried to get him to breast feed he would always fall asleep. Eventually I gave that up and gave him the bottle. Kindergarten was a nightmare. I was trying to work keep getting calls from the teacher. I talked with the principal we both agreed he was not ready and pulled him out. Grammer school was ok, but allot of behavior reports throughout the year. At age 12, that's when it all started. I want to say it was that young man from Turkey that went to school with him. It just sent my life into a spin. He was running away for like weeks. I was constantly worrying. I would get in my car and look for him. I put up missing posters on more than one occasion. In the meantime I had a daughter to raise. But I realized when he was juvenile hall that my son has got to be bipolar. I decided to learn more about it. I joined Nami class. I learned allot. I took it a step further and joined a support group as well. I attended that for a year. It was so good for me because I was able to see and hear a little of what was going on in my life. Now keep in mind my son was never official diagnosis ed. I had a evaluation done by the courts. Complete joke. They didn't tell me anything I already didn't know. So frustrating. Anyway there he sits in jail a third time for 1 year. God this really makes me angry. Allot of previous time wasted. I can only hope he matures quick. Thanks to everyone for sharing your thoughts. It's nice to know I'm not alone. Cause it sure does seem like it sometimes. I know I need to get back in church. My grandmother reminded me last night. It is very peaceful for me sometimes. Maybe Sunday!
This was my son at that age...