Weird Dreams

Talk about needing to get my head on straight when I got up this morning! I could have said “Bad Dreams” in the title, but it was more like normal dreams with a bad memory. I was absolutely convinced that Brenden was dead. I “remembered” him getting hit by a car and killed, right around the time I got pregnant. In the dream, it was a totally matter-of-fact thing, because it had happened so long ago. Then, as it got closer to morning, my brain started leaking reality. So I’d be thinking, no, he’s not dead, he’s really alive…isn’t he? Isn’t he?

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