On dreaming

I love dreaming. I love that it does for you. Your brain gives you a show while you sleep. It helps you work out problems of your day or problems that need fixing for the coming day. I did not like my dreams last night.

I woke feeling the pain in my body like I had been sobbing my heart out. I dreamed my children had died and my husband had left me because they died. I was wandering for what seemed like forever, and crying the entire time. I finally came across some people that I feel like I knew. A very large group of people. One of them, I think a man, but I cannot remember for sure, took me aside when I was at my lowest pit of despair. He told me that I was a strong woman, but I was not behaving like I was.

I am not sure what to make of this dream.