Leading Us To Safety

I had a strange dream last night, and I know there are some gaps in what I am remembering, especially in the beginning of the dream.

It started with me and a large group of others being on a train. There was tension between most of the people on the train, but they all seemed relaxed when they talked with me. The train crashed, but everyone was okay. It wasn't a major crash; it just prevented the train from going on.

We all got off of the train and appeared to be in some sort of jungle territory. We found a cabin, and we all got our luggage out and went into the cabins. I cooked dinner for everyone, but after the meal, I heard gunshots. I looked out the window, and even though I couldn't see anything threatening, I knew we were all in danger and I knew where we had to go to escape.

When I started packing my bags, I realized that I had a lot of the kids' toys to pack, especially the ones that were favorites of theirs. No one else was packing because no one believed me that we were in danger.

When I finished packing, an explosion occurred just outside the back door of the cabin, and everyone panicked, and started asking me where we were supposed to go. About half of the people with me came with me, but the other half didn't believe I knew where to go and went another way.

We had to fight our way through the jungle with gunfire and danger all around. There were guerillas and for some reason they were after us (maybe they wanted hostages to ransom?).

One person in my group got shot in the leg, but another man and I took each of his arms and helped him continue on.

The other group didn't make it. They were all captured or killed. But we made it to a working train and safety; we had a way to escape. I felt awful for the 8 others who had not made it, the ones who hadn't believed me.

Then the dream started back at when I was trying to convince everyone that we were in danger and that I knew where we had to go to be safe. It was a second chance to convince them all so that no one would have to die. I woke up before it was over though, because my daughter Gabby came into my bedroom and wanted me to go and get her breakfast.