Hoping it’s not what it seems

I just saw a status of a person I feel I am close with in more ways that I could have imagined.  Her mother isn’t doing well.  She is from Puerto Rico.  She’s seeking medical treatment at the E.R. tonight and I don’t know how to explain my dream from last night.  I wasn’t a part of the dream, I was a spectator.  I was viewing it and listening.  I heard the womans voice, it was soft.  She said only a few words.  Not to worry and to remember the pink flower.  That was it.  But what I saw was a woman sitting beside herself.  Anguish and helpless, hopeless feeling and very sad.  Then the flower appeared.

The message from my dream was of comfort and preparation.

I am so sad and yet so happy if I am able to relay a very delicate, very real message to a friend but this is complicated and touchy and I can’t just do that, at least I don’t know how to do that.

I haven’t dreamnt like this in a few weeks, and it all started when I took off my dream catcher from my bed last night.  I took it off of my tufted button on my headboard, (haphazardly placed there by me) and told my husband I had to do it.  he asked why and I told him that I wish to dream again.  I want to be open to everything, good and bad.  I went to sleep.