A Reoccurring Nightmare

I am seven years old and in 2nd grade.  I keep having a reoccurring nightmare.  In the nightmare, my father is picking me up from school.  We are driving home when an enormous yellow and black bumble bee starts following our car.  I notice the bee and then my dad looks in the rear view mirror and sees the bee.  It is not friendly, it is large and chasing us and wants to hurt us.  My dad is trying to go as fast as he can go.  I am scared and so is my dad.  Why is this bee chasing us?  Why does it want to hurt us?  Why is no one helping us?  Everyone else acts like nothing is wrong.  The bee is getting closer as we race down the street in our car trying our best to get away.  As the bee is about to reach the car, I realize the bee is my mother.  It is my mother chasing us and she wants to kill us.  What kind of mother disguises herself as a large bee to kill her daughter?  I always wake up at this point in the dream but I continue to keep having the same nightmare night and after night.  What I take from the dream at such a young age is that I can't trust my mother.

What I remember most about this dream is the fear I felt from my mother and that I could not trust her.   As a seven year old child, I remember the feeling of fear in my gut.  I would wake up and pray for God to protect me from my mother.  I would fear that she would win and I would be killed by her. I did not want to be afraid of my mom, but I was.  I don't even remember feeling safe in her company. I did not know why but even at a young age, I felt something was wrong.  My gut was saying don't trust.

I did not share my dream with anyone when I was a child.  If I had I would have been told I was

being silly.  I knew I was not being silly.  I knew I was afraid of my mother and I knew that most of my friends were not afraid of their mothers.  Was there something wrong with me?  Why did my dad not protect me?  How could I be safe?

I don't really have the answers to the questions.  I have come to feel that maybe this dream was a warning that I needed to pay attention to.  Maybe it was God trying to let me know that I had a mom who could hurt me instead of loving me and protecting me.  Maybe I just needed to be grateful that this warning came in a dream.....