The Dream

I have dreamed of my sweet Sara from Honduras several times since coming home from Honduras. I am the kind of person that cannot remember my dreams when I wake up - I never have been able to, so the fact that I can vividly remember every dream I have about Sara is so special to me.

The past week she has been in my dreams every night without fail. There have been dreams of going to the park and playing, dreams of picking her up from preschool, dreams of her sitting on my lap in church. Dreams where I'm trying to teach her English, and me trying to learn Spanish too, in an effort to keep some of her Honduran culture. Dreams where I'm trying desperately to make beans and rice for dinner because that is her "normal" from Honduras, even though I find it repulsing. Dreams where I'm reading her books, and laughing with her, and being silly. Regardless of the dream, she is always here in America with me. She is mine. I am her mother and we are a happy family.

Last night was a dream of another variety. We were in our home when a knock came on the door. When I opened the door it was Honduran government officials demanding that I give Sara up. They tried to take her from me, and then tried to kill her in my arms. The dream went on forever and wouldn't end. The last part of the dream I remember was me holding my Sara, and slamming the door in the Honduran officials face when I finally woke up. I woke up screaming, crying, shaking, and sweating. Literally my bed was soaked. It was the worst nightmare I've ever had. I cannot get the images out of my head, they are crystal clear as if it was actually happening. I think it was the scariest thing I have ever experienced in my entire life.

Point being, I miss my Sara terribly and cannot wait to go back and see her soon!!!