Only once have I ever awoken with tears streaming down my face. I had dreamed that my husband died-- which is really unfair because we'd only been married for a few months. The bulk of the dream was about how my family and I handled the death. My parents took me back into their home. I cried for weeks and my sister tried so hard to find something to say to me. But I felt like no one could possibly understand my loss. When I finally woke up my chest hurt from heaving sobs, but at least I was awake and away from that horrible alternate life. I rolled over and wrapped my arms tightly around my husband, SO glad that he was alive. And then, as the full dream slowly broke over my mind in it's entirety, I started laughing my head off. How could I have ever believed even for a moment that my husband had really died? His death was ridiculous! As soon as he opened his eyes I told him, "I had a dream that you turned into a little bat. You were flying around when some tall man snatched you out of the air, rolled you up in a burrito, and ate you!"I do feel relief that the love of my life is still alive and kickin'... but somehow I don't think I'll live in fear of that dream coming true.
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