It always shake things up. I was feeling better until I woke up all sweaty and puffy nosed and bathed in tears this morning. I was trying not to think about him but when your subconscious traps you in a nightmare that it collected while you were trying not to think about, you really have no escape. And I thought I was friends with Morpheus! Tss.
I would want to spend all morning mulling about the "meaning" behind that dream, except that I couldn't breathe when I think about it. It pinches on me, like a thousand needles. It's like acupuncture being given by your dog. Instead of being relaxed you will only feel more pain and sickness.
A friend told me yesterday that all I can really do is pray and hope things will change.
I miss him. And I'm hoping in the back of my mind that whatever he's doing, he misses me too.
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