Dream

Last night I had a dream, and I have to write it down before I foget it. So, there is no need to read further if you don't want to hear a dream that I think may have been real. For some reason when I dream sometimes, they are sooooo real. They honestly feel so real, and I actually wake up crying if I am crying in my dream. I wake up feeling like it really happened. Whether it did or not I don't know, but that is how I feel. So here is my dream last night. I was in bed in my dream.....I could see someone standing in the doorway, but I couldn't see who it was, I was trying soooooo hard to open my eyes and see who it was. I kind of started freaking out, cause I couldn't move or talk, or see much. Then she came closer, and I saw that it was my mom. She held my hand for a minute (it was sooooo nice to hold her hand), and then started to walk away. I sat up, grabbed her hand more, and begged her not to go. I was crying and she was too. Our hands slid apart, and she was gone. I woke up crying, and I had probably been talking or mumbling too, not knowing it. I love to have dreams about my mom, and I love to think that she gets to come and see me every once in a while. I miss and love her and I know she knows that! I am so grateful for the gospel and for the knowledge I have that I will be with her again someday. Sorry, about the random post, I just have to get it down somewhere or I know I will forget these feelings. Thanks for bearing with me.