Do you ever have such horrible dreams that you actually dream about waking yourself up so you can STOP having the dream? And then when you wake up it was so real you can’t stop thinking about it?
I had a humdinger last night. It was about the worst dream I’ve ever had, mostly because there was a lot of truth in it – it wasn’t about monsters or something like that that you can usually explain away or pooh pooh. No, this was about losing people I love. It. Was. Terrifying. I don’t want to go into it more than that, because I don’t want to give this dream any more power over my day. But I will say this: I hugged somebody until they squeaked this morning. And I’ll do it again when he gets home from school.