My Nightmare Had A Message
This past
Saturday night I woke up from having a nightmare at 4:30 am. My heart was
beating rapidly. I was in tears and grief. I could not believe that I had a
dream that my momma had died. My dream took place in my hometown of
Napoloeonville, Louisiana. I was back at my childhood home sitting on the porch
yelling at people with tears racing down my face. There were a few strangers,
my husband was playing and son, my younger sister, and brother, auntie in the
front yard.
