Well, last night I had a nightmarish dream, along the lines of what Hairdog once had. I never remember my dreams, but this one woke me out of my sleep and freaked me out. In it, my daughter ( who was much younger, around 3) was in the hospital for something routine ( I don't know what) but somehow ( and again I don't know what) a mistake was made and she died ( it's freaking me out just to write this). My H and I were in a major state of grief and split up; he went on to be a world champion body builder ( ???) and I became a depressive, non-functional mess. I would read about him in the paper. My son was not in the dream at all.
The dream fast-forwarded to yrs later, when after a long period of time, H and I sat down to talk about the lossof her and possibly reconcile. We both started to cry and then I woke up.
I'm still shaken up by this...the fact that I could dream such a horrible thing...it really was horrific. I didn't mention it to H.
