It seems that the times I lie down to rest a bit and don't take my normal sleep meds I have vivid and often disturbing dreams. Last night I dreamed that my son and I were in my grandmother's old mobile home. She wasn't there. There was a terrible snowstorm and my son and I had threatening phone calls from four men while we were there. We had received a scary drawing from one of the men - not sure how we received it. The storm blew out windows on both sides of the home with broken glass everywhere and viscious winds. If you have ever been in a mobile home you know they are not well built and the back door came open with just a small push and I was unable to lock it securely.

I called 911 because I was afraid and a state trooper came and listened to our story. While he was there I remembered that my gun was in grandmom's bathroom and went to get it and told the trooper that my son and I were proficient with the gun but were still scared. I then looked at my son and realized he was only six years old. In real life at 22 years old he does handle a gun well but would never have allowed him to shoot at age six. It was rather confusing. The trooper said he could transport us to the town hotel but it was pretty empty at the time because of the severe storm and he wasn't sure if we would be safer there. Then I awoke.

I keep having dreams with my son at a younger age and he is in peril. My son still lives at home with me and he is emotionally mature now compared to his teenage years. I am not sure what my dreams mean. My son is the most important person in my life and I realize that I need to let him grow up and move out and on with his life when he is ready rather than when I am ready to let him go.