Dream

Last night I had a dream. In it was our white crib, all set up and ready for baby. I was so excited to see it, picture perfect, just as every mother imagines her new baby's bed to be. I peered inside. To my horror it was filled with mud. Mud was everywhere, all over the beautiful, clean, blankets. I began frantically trying to clean it up. No matter how hard I scrubbed, the mud came back and filled the crib even more. The blankets were stained and dirty. I woke up frightened, my heart racing. I sat in bed, thinking, even in my dreams I can't escape it. How do I heal these deep, emotional wounds? This is something I need to figure out.