jumble of prayer

During sleep last night I seemed to be doing a lot of praying. I'd wake up and start praying for Michael and then in what seemed to be a few minutes later I would be praying for another person at work and yet later I would be praying for Lindsay or for the grandkids or my sisters. One time I woke up and I was praying for Bobby. Bobby died when he was 18 and I was 20. Many times I woke up remembering something that I had done. Remembering someone, usually my children, that I had let down and I was asking for forgiveness. At one point I was praying for the leaders of the world and then I went into the rest of us and asked God to stop us from hurting each other. Then it came to me that if we simply followed the commandment from Christ to love one another that our life here on earth would be almost perfect. One of the times I woke up because another thing I had done wrong popped into my memory and after I asked forgiveness I thought to myself, how can a person with such good intentions fail so miserably, continually?