I had terrible bad dreams last night.
There are two kinds for me.
Emotional...my husband leaves...cheats...never loved me...you get the picture.
The next would be more traditional nightmares. Death, peril, scary monsters that are people or creatures.
Last night I had both.
It kicked off with my husband having an open marriage with one of of my closest friends.
He didn't understand why I was so mad. It also happened right in front of me the day after our wedding.
My ex-boyfriend was right there to comfort me through this hard time. I had to politely excuse myself. But of course this left me with a weird feeling of guilt.
This transitioned right into us fighting a dragon...I believe it was Smaug...or very similar.
It sounds silly...but the fire and destruction...our lack of skill and waiting on something bigger and better to come help was all so very real.
At one point I looked over to see the Yeti with his hair and beard ablaze with fire. He was still going though and giving me instructions. Fortunately, our kids weren't there...but our dogs were.
Right when we thought it couldn't get worse...these demon creatures showed up. They were gray in color with white eyes, and this oversized child...like Pugsley from the Addams family had a big mallet and he swung it hitting an entire family...children and all. I thought they were all goners until they turned into demon creatures themselves with white pupils. Then they ate each other.
At that point my brain had had enough and I woke up.
My dreams are so realistic and they can leave me with a strange feeling all day.
I hope this feeling of doom...despair...with a hint of broken heart leaves me soon.
The Yeti hugged me this morning and reminded me that it's not real.
I love him.