Also, I had a dream that I was walking through the hallway of a home, and I was
calling out for my husband Kent. But he would not answer, and I fell down on
the floor. Was not a good dream. Perhaps witchcraft. Or PTSD dreams.
I did have a very bad fall in the apartment where we lived in North Houston
a while back. I could have been seriously injured, but I got up without any
broken bones or fractures. Was a miracle. But now, I have uterine prolapse but
have chosen against surgery. Please keep me in your prayers.