#dreamsofdeath

So you know those dreams you have that you want to get out of, but you are so tired you don’t want to wake up at the risk of breaking the sleep pattern and feeling worse in the morning?

That was me last night.

I had two dreams, both about death.  The first I dreamed about (I presumed) Katherine Johnson and her two best friends she worked with at NASA.  They were middle aged, a little older than what the movie “Hidden Figures” represented them as.  I got to hang out with them and ask them questions.  But as we were chatting, Katherine suddenly slumped over.  At first, we thought she had just passed out, but she had up and died.  So we spent the remainder of the dream trying to figure out what to do about her.  She stayed dead and nothing was resolved.

The second dream was worse: I dreamed I was searching for Florizel only to be told he had died.  I was in shock, I refused to believe it.  But everyone in the dream was insisting that he had, my family and friends, everyone.  I spent the dream in a dazed fog, finally coming to terms with it when I saw Florizel’s body, in his coffin, for myself.  I didn’t cry on the outside, but inside I screamed and mourned.

It was this dream where my body decided to say “You really should wake up from this, but if you do, you’ll be too much awake to go back to sleep!”  *sigh* So, asleep I remained.  I lived out the entire dream from start to finish, scared, unhappy...I must have tossed around a lot because I pulled the bedsheet halfway off the bed (which I never do).  

Luckily, I woke up and realized that it was all a dream.  Florizel is very much alive and he will be for years to come.

I made sure to tell him to stay safe and that I loved him anyway.