Dreams Turning Into Reality

I am a firm believer that our dreams hold meaning in our lives. In fact, I have had several dreams that I have watched come true in my own life.

A few nights ago, I had one of those vivid, oh-so-very-real dreams.  The kind you wake up from and have to pinch yourself to make sure it wasn’t real.  This dream involved one of my best friends and I.  I should preface this by saying that she is currently pregnant, with a due date within weeks of what Isaiah and his twin’s would have been.

Before I detail the dream, let me give some background on it all.

When my friend and I found out we were pregnant together back in December, we were ecstatic.  We had actually been pregnant together just months before, but unfortunately both of us lost those pregnancies.  So when we both got pregnant again, we were sure this time we would both make it all the way.

We conversated daily, praying that our worst fears wouldn’t come true again, but that our hopes and dreams for our future babies would instead.  Things were going really great for both of us, we were making all the milestones together-doubling beta’s, heartbeats on ultrasounds, morning sickness reassuring us we were in fact pregnant.

But right around the week she made it out of her first trimester, something awful happened with our pregnancy-we lost it.

It was one of those moments in life they like to call a defining moment.  At that moment, I knew everything was about to change.  Not just between my husband & I, our families, our future, but also between my best friend & I.  She made it, and I didn’t.  Again.  This may not make sense to someone who has not been in this particular situation.  Let me put it to you this way-you feel as though your guts have been ripped out from inside of you and stomped on, only to have to pick them up and put them back inside.

There was nothing I could ever do to change the fact that our children would no longer be just weeks apart.  Nothing.  There was no longer anything I could share with her everyday about my pregnancy.  There was no longer anyway I could be involved in her pregnancy.  A defining moment, where everything changed.

And so, I removed myself from it all.  Not because I wanted to, but because I had to.

That brings us back to the dream.  I dreamt that she was having her baby sprinkle, and I was there.  There were presents and people galore, but I couldn’t tell you who the people were or what the presents were.  The dream centered solely around the two of us.  

We were walking around together in awe of how beautiful everything looked.  Then she took me into a separate room, just the two of us.  The only thing in the room was a couch, which we quickly sat down on.  After we sat, a slide show started being projected on the wall.  This wasn’t just any slide show.  My friend told me, “I have some special things for you.”  The slide show began and it was a variety of images of navy blue whales, the ones I dreamed of decorating our baby boys room in. We sat and giggled and watched them swim around on the screen.  

Next, she pulled out a bundle of cards that were all tied together.  I started to read through the cards, bawling my eyes out.  She was too.  I can’t remember anything the cards said, only that each one was to honor baby, Isaiah and his twin. We hugged and cried, her big belly all I could feel.  I took my head and rested it on her stomach, waiting for her baby to kick.  She smiled, and so did I.  It was a defining moment.

I woke up feeling like a bond had just been reestablished.  I felt almost like a different person.  I texted her that morning and told her all about my dream.  I told her how happy I am for her that she is going to deliver her baby next week, and that I love her, and am here for her.  Of course, she understood fully.  After all, she is my dear friend, who I went to high school & college with, who stood beside me on my wedding day as my maid of honor, and I on hers, who has been there through it all.

I am positive this dream had deep meaning to it.  To me, it represented acceptance.  Acceptance of what was, and is no longer.  Acceptance of what still is and will be.

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12 thoughts on “Dreams Turning Into Reality

  1. Thank goodness for the ‘like’ star. Sometimes I am rendered completely inarticulate by the things I read on your blog. All these terribly sad personal experiences and yet an amazing lack of self pity and negativity. Honestly I’m inspired by how you deal with things and your compassion and understanding. If anyone deserves their dreams to turn to reality, you do. So glad you managed to reconnect with your firend, good on you both 🙂 xx

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    • I don’t even know what to say! This is so very sweet of you to say to me. Sometimes I am not good with my comments either so I might not be expressing my gratitude clearly right now. It means so much to me to know I have touched u in a positive way! I am so happy to have met u, I can easily relate to u in your posts. Im blessed to have my friends in person but also here on the blog like u!

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  2. Hi Angela,

    I have never commented but this post really just spoke to me – it is so beautiful that you and your friend can maintain your relationship, understanding what it means to be a friend through all of the circumstances. It is rare indeed to find friends as good as you two. I’m happy that you are recovering and finding acceptance.

    I just wanted to share also, I too believe in dreams and signs. I dreamt of my future son and his name long before – i’m talking 6 months of dreams and signs – my second miscarriage and missed all the cues. I often wonder if I paid closer attention, would he be here with me now? It is so hard to have those dreams and go through each month hoping to have him here and then getting a bfn. I feel for you and I know that our dreams will one day become reality.

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    • Hi Linda! I am not sure if we personally know each other, or just through the blog world, but either way, thank you very much for reading and for the comment. I am so sorry for your losses, and I totally can relate to how dreams can be very hard sometimes. I had a dream before my first miscarriage that I was going to miscarry. I kept replaying that in my mind for quite some time, wondering if there was anything I missed or could have done to prevent it. Please do not think your actions or non-actions in anyway caused what happened to happen. I know, easier said than done. I also pray our (good) dreams come true one day too!

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  3. I am so thankful the Lord speaks to use in our dreams. I believe you are right about it being about acceptance. Of what was and what is. I also see it being for you to be given that opportunity to share with her all that you had dreamed about in reality. And to feel that closeness of your friendship again. Before you got to the end of your dream and what you said after the Lord had already put on my heart about the closeness of the friendship being *reestablished*. That exact word was in my heart. How sweet of Him to give you that dream at this time to honor Isaiah. He sees your pain. He knows the dreams and desires of your heart. Thank you for sharing this dream with us. The Lord is gracious and compassionate… filled with unfailing love. Psalm 145:8

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