Detachment, anxiety and the end of limbo 2

[Phoebe]

So, I had a crummy dream this morning, which equaled the end of a pleasant, but partial night's sleep.

I dreamt that I was back with H and everything seemed so comfortable and normal and good. We were in a different house somewhere, and I went out into a fenced in yard to explore the new place. When I went to go back inside, the door was locked, and H was gone again. I was pounding on the door, calling his name, and I was locked in the yard, alone and abandoned all over again.

I don't usually remember my dreams, and I wish I didn't remember this one. Yuck.