The dream.....

After Barry got out of surgery, he began telling me about a dream he had before he went into surgery. It was about him wrestling and fighting with a guy from his past. This is the man who used to be his friend, who we rented our house to, and he turned it into a drug house and absolutely destroyed our house. He also stole thousands of dollars from Barry in many and various ways and stole our motor home (which we eventually got back). Barry was fighting with this guy, verbally and physically in his dream. He finally wrestled him down to the ground and started pounding his head against the ground. If any of you know my husband, he is a lover, NOT a fighter. He has never gotten into a physical fight with anyone in our married life. So him having this kind of rage is incredible. As he was pounding his head into the ground, the man "morphed" into a crab. This crab began getting the better of him, pinching him and ripping the flesh from his arm. The pain was incredible. But once again, Barry finally managed to wrestle the crab down and with a mighty blow...smashed the crab into the ground. After he smashed it, two tiny crabs came running out and scurried away underneath the ground. This was the end of the dream. The way I figure it, this dream was a "cancer" dream. The tropic of cancer symbol is a crab. His rage and helplessness was pointed at this cancer and he "smashed" the big cancer....i.e the tumor. Yup, thats gone. But the little crabs that ran out....Those are the little cells that are running throughout his body....where they will land no one knows. But they are there. And with God's help we are gonna get those little buggers and smash them to the ground as well. Keep praying!!