I haven’t been sleeping well lately and last night I dreamt that my husband of two years was killed in a house fire. We were at his mother’s and it was a different house a different room and at a different place. We were all sleeping and all of the sudden my husband threw me out the window so I would live. I made it to the ground though I was hurt, mostly bruised and scraped up, and his mother’s boyfriend and I were the only ones who made it out. We waited and the fire department showed up and pulled two bodies out. We were devastated.
The next day we went to the funeral home and all I could think was What about my rings? What about my last name? nothing significant. The weird thing was that her boyfriend and I could still see them. She was driving us around. No one else could just us two. Anyway, I was very happy when I woke up to find him still lying sleeping beside me. He woke up and I told him I had a dream that he died and he turned over and held me. I told not to ever leave me like that. I remember in my dream right before I woke up, my husband was standing there and kind of giving a summary of the rest of my life without him, he said I remarried years later and had children. Also, in my dream, I couldn’t go to the funeral. I don’t know what is going on with that dream but it scared me to death.
