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Last night...
Oct. 7th, 2005 08:07 amHubby's best friend gave us a call and asked if we'd like to go out to dinner with him--and he casually mentioned he was bringing "a chick" with him. Our ears perked up because this guy has had the worst year ever this year. His wife of 16 years had an affair and then left him. This was a shock because they had been together since high school. They have two children together who are now living with their mother. (He does get to see them quite often though--he told us they alternate three and four days each taking turns). He also had two knee surgeries (on the same knee) and his beloved father died this year.
So, yeah--not such a great year.
So when Roger called, we were happy to drop everything and meet him at a Mexican restaurant for dinner.
We had a wonderful time. We met them at 7, had a couple of drinks and some good food and took up the table for three hours. It was so much fun. She is a nice woman, older than him (hey-older women rock! My hubby told Roger the same thing! hee!) So, she rocks and there was talk about getting together again soon.
We came home and fell into bed (to sleep you pervs!) and then I had a dream so realistic that I thought it was actually happening. I should say a nightmare. What happened was that my hubby and my dad both died on the same day. I was at work and they came and told me. I remember being stunned, in shock and just terrified. I was walking through the office, I was seeing the people but not able to really talk to them. I had to make decisions and I didn't want to believe it was happening. I was so scared, numb and just freaked out that this was happening to me.
Then, I woke up. I was shaking and I reached over and my hubby was there, warm and alive and I just curled up against him, pulled him close and burst into tears. Naturally, this woke him up, and he held me while asking what was wrong. I couldn't speak for a couple of minutes as all I could do was sob against his chest in relief. He patted my back, held me tight and kissed my face and lips. I laid my head against his chest and listened to the sound of his heart beating strongly and steadily in his chest. After the initial storm, I was able to stammer out an explanation to him and he just held me tighter and murmured soothing words of comfort to me.
A few minutes later, my alarm went off. I clung to him for a few more minutes before I got up to start my day.
That was the worst nightmare I've had in recent memory. I wonder what would cause me to dream something like THAT?? The only thing I can come up with is because the anniversary of my brother's death is next week.
I'm SO glad it was only a nightmare.
So, yeah--not such a great year.
So when Roger called, we were happy to drop everything and meet him at a Mexican restaurant for dinner.
We had a wonderful time. We met them at 7, had a couple of drinks and some good food and took up the table for three hours. It was so much fun. She is a nice woman, older than him (hey-older women rock! My hubby told Roger the same thing! hee!) So, she rocks and there was talk about getting together again soon.
We came home and fell into bed (to sleep you pervs!) and then I had a dream so realistic that I thought it was actually happening. I should say a nightmare. What happened was that my hubby and my dad both died on the same day. I was at work and they came and told me. I remember being stunned, in shock and just terrified. I was walking through the office, I was seeing the people but not able to really talk to them. I had to make decisions and I didn't want to believe it was happening. I was so scared, numb and just freaked out that this was happening to me.
Then, I woke up. I was shaking and I reached over and my hubby was there, warm and alive and I just curled up against him, pulled him close and burst into tears. Naturally, this woke him up, and he held me while asking what was wrong. I couldn't speak for a couple of minutes as all I could do was sob against his chest in relief. He patted my back, held me tight and kissed my face and lips. I laid my head against his chest and listened to the sound of his heart beating strongly and steadily in his chest. After the initial storm, I was able to stammer out an explanation to him and he just held me tighter and murmured soothing words of comfort to me.
A few minutes later, my alarm went off. I clung to him for a few more minutes before I got up to start my day.
That was the worst nightmare I've had in recent memory. I wonder what would cause me to dream something like THAT?? The only thing I can come up with is because the anniversary of my brother's death is next week.
I'm SO glad it was only a nightmare.
