I had an awful nightmare about my Grandma last night. Even worse than the nightmare? Waking up all by myself. When I was little and had nightmares, I had my Grandma. As an adult, I had Mike. I would just snuggle in to him. Waking up, with such awful images in my head, and having nobody there made the entire nightmare more real. I know I (my subconscious) put Grandma's image in, but really, it was a nightmare about my beautiful Hubby. I guess my mind wasn't ready to put him in it.
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