The curious thing to me is that the dream last Spring happened pre-bomb, by a couple of months. Other than that one dream, until the bomb I had no conscious fear that my W was anything but utterly faithful to me.
I now believe my subconscious knew there was something seriously wrong -- hence this dream. My darkening depression at the time was another serious indicator to which I was oblivious.
Yesterday's dream, by contrast, was merely bittersweet, but far better than reality. I could hope and pray that it too is a harbinger for what lies ahead, but I know how remote that possibility is.
