I arrived home last night after driving in sheets of sideway rain. I was trying to outrun the hail. I ended up feeling like a drowned rat and driving with extreme focus. Despite being a synchronized swimmer in high school, I hate being wet. Needless to say, I was not in the best of moods when I got home. Thankful I made it, but unfortunately feeling tired of all the storms, figuratively and in this moment literally, in our lives that we've endured over the last five years.
When I got to bed, I had a dream. I rarely remember my dreams, so this one stood out and I wonder it's meaning.
In this dream, there were curses and images of the #5 and a pentacle shape.
I think it had to do with my youngest under spiritual attack, but it may have been the whole family.
I had this shield. Whenever I would try to use it to fight off the attacks, the shield would ward off the attack. But, then it would crumble like a Lego umbrella shield melting away.
But, when my husband joined me in agreement to fight with me, instead of crumbling, the shield began to regenerate and got stronger and stronger with each new attack.
