Friday, October 07, 2005

Erica And The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Dream

I had a dream that totally qualifies for all those adjectives. I dreamt that a mob boss thought K and I were going to rat him out and he hired a hit on us. The hitman came to our house and started rummaging around for impromptu silencers and just NOT KILLING US ALREADY so I had all this time to face my mortality. The guy wasn't even all that mean which made it WORSE because he was all business and yet because he DIDN'T GET DOWN TO BUSINESS, I was tortured with the realization that I was gonna die with my husband in minutes or hours, and I couldn't do a single thing to stop it or alleviate the suffering of those I would leave behind, including my cat and some adorable little girl we were taking care of for no apparent reason.

I cannot tell dream from reality in the slightest when I'm dreaming. My mother has a friend who has close to complete control over her dreams and can even make changes midstream. I just hang on for the ride and hope everything that happens is simply weird and not TERRIFYING. I was not lucky last night and just as I seriously thought I was going to lose it in the dream, I woke up and heard K returning from his morning workout. I never wake up until he's close to leaving so I scared him mightily by running up to him, hugging him and telling him all about THE HORROR, THE HORROR. To his credit, he did not laugh me out of the room even though it all must have sounded utterly ridiculous with the details all jumbled in my head and the emotion still very much upon me. He calmed me down, did my hubby.

I will say that the petty problems I've had today have seemed EVER SO LIGHT after that. Note to my subconscious, though: let's not do that often, eh?

1 comment:

GP said...

Awwww how sweet of him.