Another strange dream last night - and I don't know what to make of it, but will post about it and maybe some day it will come to me.
My
granddaughters and daughter were in this weekend for a visit. Last night was their last night here, so the two older girls wanted to sleep with
Nanna, and we told them it was
ok. The house was still full of guests in the kitchen and out by the patio furniture at 10:25 pm, so I took the girls inside for baths and pajamas. I allowed them out once more to tell everyone goodnight before we retired to the living room for one more cartoon.
It wasn't long, maybe about 15 minutes, I noticed both girls were asleep, and just as I was trying to
maneuver out of the recliner,
Macenzie's dead weight and all, the door to the front entry flew open and smacked right into the back of the recliner...then wind and rain and hail began pounding the house. I called my son to help me up, and to close the door. When he came into the living room, he said, "I think another tree fell over outside just now". This will make three large, older trees, completely uprooted and laid down.
I put
Macenzie in our bed, and went out to the back porch to see which tree had fallen, and found it filled with people, waiting the storm out. One guest's truck was only inches from the path of the tree. My corn was not so lucky.
I managed to make my way back toward the front of the house, through the entry and to the front room on the north side of the house...I remembered there was a window just above the garden, and
hopeful the outside light would be enough to show me what I needed to see. Unfortunately - it was just as the boys all told me. The door slammed behind me.
Bryton had come back through the living room and noticed the same door open that I had asked him to shut and shut me out. Only the flashes of lightening guided me through the maze of boxes across the floor.
Finally everyone left, and we all settled in for the night. It was so dark and black and then we lost power on top of it, but thankfully when I got the candles lit just in time for the power to be restored.
Once all was settled, I finally went to sleep on the couch in the back den.
I dreamed that the tree had indeed fallen, but that all rows of corn had moved into vertical rows, and that each branch that touched the ground was supporting the tree, and not one single plant was harmed. We were amazed and Steve's Dad told me something, I can't remember what it was now - or why - other than he had never seen anything like it. I remember in my dream taking pictures of it, and so proud I was showing them at work of my beautiful rows of corn and how God had preserved them.
My granddaughters and daughter were in this weekend for a visit. Last night was their last night here, so the two older girls wanted to sleep with Nanna, and we told them it was ok. The house was still full of guests in the kitchen and out by the patio furniture at 10:25 pm, so I took the girls inside for baths and pajamas. I allowed them out once more to tell everyone goodnight before we retired to the living room for one more cartoon.
It wasn't long, maybe about 15 minutes, I noticed both girls were asleep, and just as I was trying to maneuver out of the recliner, Macenzie's dead weight and all, the door to the front entry flew open and smacked right into the back of the recliner...then wind and rain and hail began pounding the house. I called my son to help me up, and to close the door. When he came into the living room, he said, "I think another tree fell over outside just now". This will make three large, older trees, completely uprooted and laid down.
I put Macenzie in our bed, and went out to the back porch to see which tree had fallen, and found it filled with people, waiting the storm out. One guest's truck was only inches from the path of the tree. My corn was not so lucky.
I managed to make my way back toward the front of the house, through the entry and to the front room on the north side of the house...I remembered there was a window just above the garden, and hopeful the outside light would be enough to show me what I needed to see. Unfortunately - it was just as the boys all told me. The door slammed behind me. Bryton had come back through the living room and noticed the same door open that I had asked him to shut and shut me out. Only the flashes of lightening guided me through the maze of boxes across the floor.
Finally everyone left, and we all settled in for the night. It was so dark and black and then we lost power on top of it, but thankfully when I got the candles lit just in time for the power to be restored.
Once all was settled, I finally went to sleep on the couch in the back den.
I dreamed that the tree had indeed fallen, but that all rows of corn had moved into vertical rows, and that each branch that touched the ground was supporting the tree, and not one single plant was harmed. We were amazed and Steve's Dad told me something, I can't remember what it was now - or why - other than he had never seen anything like it. I remember in my dream taking pictures of it, and so proud I was showing them at work of my beautiful rows of corn and how God had preserved them.
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