Normally, I tell you about mine. And really like to tell them as a “real” happening… hehehehe, I’m ornery that way. But this is Roy’s dream… or nightmare.
The other night I noticed he got up in the middle of the night for not real reason. He goes to bed so early that it makes sense that he gets up and prowls around at night… I do when I can’t sleep. But him, not so much. So I asked him what the problem was and he replied, “I had too much booze.”
“Bullshit! One! That’s not it.”
“I had a bad dream! Okay. There!”
“I was a highway patrolcar and you were behind me. It was a clear road and then suddenly there were huge logs in the road! I had to swerve around them. I looked back and the car behind me was wrecking!! Lights were flashing all over the sky and road! I was freaking out!!” he said with tears in his eyes, “You were wrecking!!!”
I am schedule to go in Wednesday for hysterectomy surgery. And he’s worried.