"I had a dream that recurred once. The first time I had this dream, my husband was dying but still alive. I was running down various streets and alleys desperately trying to find him. I had this knowing that he was leaving and I needed so badly to try and stop him. Through quick word of mouth it gets to Brad that I am looking for him. Somehow he finds me in this random alley and I run up to him and tell him how much I love him and that I am sorry for everything and that I just want him to come home and we will be a family again and we’ll figure it all out. He don’t say anything but through touch I could get the feeling of him saying - I love you too that’s all I needed to hear, I’ve been waiting to hear that. The next time I had this same exact dream was the day after my husband died. It was the same except the ending. This time when we find each other and I beg him to come home I can sense his pain and sacrifice. He had these cockroaches or something crawling all over his body. He said he wished he could come home but that he couldn’t. That these demons were invasive and hurting me and the kids and that the only way to end it for good was for him to bury them which in tie meant him dying. I didn’t say anything but I cried and I just understood he was right and telling his truth. In real life Brad battled alcoholism and it caused the demise of our marriage although we truly loved each other. He was lost to his addiction and it ended up taking his life. He would refer to his addiction as his demons "

"There was a wholesaler art my house who I was previously working extensively with. He was having a meeting so after that I met with him. It seemed he was rolling out a website that would be competing but he wanted to work with me again. So we came to an agreement on how to make it happen. He morphed into another guy who I look to as a mentor and we came to a deal. I was younger like a older teenager in the dream and my brothers and sisters were there and we were all doing homeschooling stuff but it was like real work that was teaching us directly like unschooling and we were all working on projects that would make us money. It seemed a lot better than sitting in a classroom. "

"So I was getting ready to go on a trip and I was gonna head to the airport, needed to meet up with my family, like my father and mother and siblings to get to have dinner before the trip. So I realized that I needed to pack some more things out of my camper and so I met with them. Didn't eat dinner yet, but... So I started running around that route and when I was running... I was running like a monkey or something, like with my feet and then I'd go under my arms and pull myself up, then go back to my feet and go with my arms and the road started getting steeper and steeper and eventually I realized that I was up high on a cliff and the cliff was like way above the ground and I was kind of scared, I was hanging on to like a rung and the rung became loose and one of the bolts fell off it so then the rung was dangling there. There was a guy behind me who was climbing up, like I was looking down at the water trying to think if it was deep enough that I could drop back down to it because there was water below me, but the guy below me, I asked him if he had an extra nut for the rung so that I could tighten it back up, but he didn't have one and he fell, like his rung just snapped off at that point and he fell down and he seemed to be pretty badly injured so I didn't want to fall down off the rung anymore and I just wasn't really sure what to do at that point so I was just dangling from the rung and then I woke up."