what a dream!!
I'm walking into this building and I have to go to the 12th floor or something. I can see the elevator, but consider taking the stairs anyways. Then I remember that I'm not doing so well in this pregnancy and opt to take the elevator. I get inside and push 12. I see that 12 is not the top floor. There are many floors after it. I feel claustrophobic....like the walls are pushing in on me. The doors close. The elevator starts going up.....and I'm looking at the buttons on the panel......2......3......4......5. And then suddenly....something happens.
Click! Grind! Boom!
I press my back against the wall of the elevator, as the elevator speeds up going faster and faster....we totally skip 12 and the elevator keeps going. It reaches the top with a thud and then I hear the sound of some cables falling. The elevator seems to be in a temporary balance at the top of the shaft. I look up at the ceiling and notice that there is an emergency panel there. I'm too short to reach it.
Then the descent begins. I feel myself start to get closer to the panel as the elevator picks up speed going down. All my thoughts are centered on the fact that the elevator will crash when it hits bottom and that the impact will probably kill the baby. I'm not worried about me. Just worried about the baby. My fingers graze the panel, and i'm able to dislodge it. I am mere seconds away from hitting bottom. Then the most amazing thing happens. I'm holding this panel in my hands, and somehow the wind catches beneath it, and pulls me out of the elevator. It's like I'm gliding......I'm yelling....SUBHANALLAH! Just as the elevator hits bottom, I glide onto the 3rd floor, the elevator service doors open. I hear the boom, crash, BANG! And the sound of steel crunching steel. I don't look back at the damage, I just stand there with my back to it.....scared to turn around and look down and then.....
I wake up. I hear the adhan for Fajr. I lay there, wondering. I didn't really want to be part of the polygyny elevator....but I ended up taking it anyways. I had expecatations.....and I missed my part of things. The elevator didn't even pause at my floor. I reached the top, only to realize that I would also reach rock bottom. Seems like the descent is going to happen a lot faster than I expected. I only wonder......about the elevator. Is it my husband? Is taking the panel with me a representation of this baby inside me? That when I take my leave, I get to take him with me? I don't know what you guys see.....but the dream was almost....scary. In fact, I was going to text message my husband. But like usual.....I didn't.
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I'm not feeling well for the last couple of days. Have a headache that doesn't want to go away.....and I'm swollen. Even my hands. So today I'm at the DR's. Insha Allah, we'll see what is going on with me.
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This dream is going to stay with me all day.
Click! Grind! Boom!
I press my back against the wall of the elevator, as the elevator speeds up going faster and faster....we totally skip 12 and the elevator keeps going. It reaches the top with a thud and then I hear the sound of some cables falling. The elevator seems to be in a temporary balance at the top of the shaft. I look up at the ceiling and notice that there is an emergency panel there. I'm too short to reach it.
Then the descent begins. I feel myself start to get closer to the panel as the elevator picks up speed going down. All my thoughts are centered on the fact that the elevator will crash when it hits bottom and that the impact will probably kill the baby. I'm not worried about me. Just worried about the baby. My fingers graze the panel, and i'm able to dislodge it. I am mere seconds away from hitting bottom. Then the most amazing thing happens. I'm holding this panel in my hands, and somehow the wind catches beneath it, and pulls me out of the elevator. It's like I'm gliding......I'm yelling....SUBHANALLAH! Just as the elevator hits bottom, I glide onto the 3rd floor, the elevator service doors open. I hear the boom, crash, BANG! And the sound of steel crunching steel. I don't look back at the damage, I just stand there with my back to it.....scared to turn around and look down and then.....
I wake up. I hear the adhan for Fajr. I lay there, wondering. I didn't really want to be part of the polygyny elevator....but I ended up taking it anyways. I had expecatations.....and I missed my part of things. The elevator didn't even pause at my floor. I reached the top, only to realize that I would also reach rock bottom. Seems like the descent is going to happen a lot faster than I expected. I only wonder......about the elevator. Is it my husband? Is taking the panel with me a representation of this baby inside me? That when I take my leave, I get to take him with me? I don't know what you guys see.....but the dream was almost....scary. In fact, I was going to text message my husband. But like usual.....I didn't.
~~~~~
I'm not feeling well for the last couple of days. Have a headache that doesn't want to go away.....and I'm swollen. Even my hands. So today I'm at the DR's. Insha Allah, we'll see what is going on with me.
~~~~~
This dream is going to stay with me all day.
posted by Safa at 10:21 PM
9 Comments:
Asalamalaykom Safa,
And before I forget, move me over to "p-survivors" if you could. Thanks ;)
Ya! Big dream! Glad it wasn't me! But, yet the ending was positive. You were trying to get somewhere...the top...and yet found that the ride went on beyond what you wanted. And that you had to control what had become uncontrollable. The mechanism didn't work any more. So, you broke free from the problem and you went back to nature, in being in the open air; to Allah. And you caring only for the baby? That will make you a fierce fighter, for sure! But you no longer have to fight. The panel is your faith. You use your faith and float. :) Subhanallah. Your faith is what you bring with you from the elevator.
6:18 AM
I just saw that you were able to save yourself and was thankful to God for that! And sometimes you just can't look back it's too painful. :)
6:59 AM
Assalaamu Alaykum Safa,
Just stopped by to see how you're doing. Subhan Allah, strange dream. Please hang in there. I often find I start off reading too much in to a dream and getting myself all worked up. In the end I feel better by just taking my mind off it. Like HA said, stick with your faith, read Qur'an and keep talking to Allah. May Allah reward you abundantly for all that you are going through.
8:31 AM
I know you've heard it, you've heard it...drink LOTS of water. You know it helps. I was literally gagging on water through a couple of my preganacies. SO I started drinking super diluted peppermint and/or chamomile tea.
Love those vivid pregnancy dreams. Right now I keep waking up with nighmares. Alhumdiallah...I keep waking up...
9:52 AM
yes, I think that the panel could be my faith as well..good point. And I love what you said, Sobia about not looking back....I didn't pick up on that before.....
Drinking lots of water......sheesh!
12:07 PM
As salaam 'alaikum
I have been reading many blogs about polygany and I need some advice
I will most likely end up in a polygany marriage as a second wife, but after reading blogs I'm worried to cause such pain to my sisters
I'm really confused about the whole thing
If any of you sisters could add me to msn and speak with me I would be really grateful
Jazakillah khair
salafpath@hotmail.com
6:17 PM
Asalamalaykom Safa & Sobia,
Just another mention: ya...the "don't look back" thing just hit me how it's in Quran again and again. With Lot's wife...with Nuh's son. We, as Muslims, must go onward without looking at the disaster engulfing others. We must only take care of ourselves and those over who submit to the plan. Subhanallah! A great lesson for me at this time!
9:02 PM
Salamtik...
Insya'Allah everything's going to be better for you, I'll add you to my dua.
Why keep those sad dream, you don't want to get out?
8:10 AM
I've heard that everyone and thing in the elevator somehow represents 'you'.
3:43 PM
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