After I left my XAH, but was considering going back, I had a terrible nightmare. I was standing outside the house we lived in when we first married, with my face against the side of the house. XAH was behind me with a gun aimed at my head. My older son was running toward us to stop him. My dream ended when XAH turned and aimed at my son.
I'm no psychiatrist, but I felt the nightmare symbolized the potential destruction of my family, most frighteningly, my sons. That dream--along with many other things--convinced me to stay the course and file for divorce.
Dreams, even bad ones, can be enlightening!