About a week ago, my boyfriend broke up with me. He decided that he needed space from a relationship in order to figure things out, and to figure out if he’s really meant to be with me. He’s very religious, so he wants to know if God accepts of us.

Since then, I have been having very intense, realistic dreams about him, and about life in general. This is a complied list of the dreams I have had over the last week

1.) When I was 10, one of my good friends committed suicide. I dreamt that she was alive and grown up, and was going to college with me. We had stayed friends since we were 10 and were still close after all these years. I haven’t thought about her in a while, and I don’t know if that was my subconscious simply making her up, or if she came back to me (I believe in spirits being able to contact us).

2.) I dreamt that I was pregnant with my ex’s child. The dream flashed forward to the child’s birth, and I felt the labor. I mean felt all the pain, everything. I had the baby and he was a beautiful baby boy named Charlie.

3.) I dreamt that I was living on a houseboat with one of my ex- friends and his brother. Charlie was there too and was about 5-6 now. He jumped off the boat to go swimming and I screamed for someone to help him because he started drowning. For some reason I couldn’t jump in. Eventually I could jump in, and I felt like i had weights tied to my body so I could barely keep my head above the water. I swam to Charlie and managed to grab him and bring him back to the boat and get him onboard. As soon as I did though, I started to sink. I kept sinking faster and faster, and then I woke up.

4.) I dreamt that God came to me. I don’t know why but he took the form of a child. He came and held me as I cried, and he told me that everything would be okay soon. That things would work themselves out.

5.) I dreamt that my ex and I got married, and that Jesus was the one who married us.

6.) I dreamt that I took in a foster child. He was only four and I instantly fell in love with him. I only had him for a few months and then his mother came and took him back. I was heartbroken, and I woke up crying.

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