Nasty dream

Early this morning I woke up in a panic. My ex was sitting next to my bed in hysterics while I slept. In my dream, he was overwhelmed with grief that his father had died. I'm certain his hand squeezing my arm is what woke me up.

The dream was so real that I looked around my bed and apartment for him. Then I googled my ex father-in-law's name for an obituary. Neither was there. I was relieved, but my heart still hasn't settled down. 

I never want my ex in my apartment again - especially while I sleep. But his dad is another story. He's a sweet and kind man. I miss him not being in my life and I certainly hope he stays among us longer. He was the one who kept reminding my ex that he should be nicer to me. He was the one who could relate since he put up with my ex's mother as long as he could. Like his mom, my ex clearly doesn't listen to his dad.

I know dreams typically are a mess of what's going on in our lives regurgitating back out while we sleep. My friend's dad passed away last weekend and I witnessed her grief. Another friend told me about getting together with her ex the other night to talk next steps with the house they still own. These events probably triggered my dream. But I don't know where my ex came in. That's part of what made it such a nightmare. 

For some reason, I usually don't remember my dreams. The couple of times each year I do remember is why they affect me so much. And I hope this one isn't an indication of things to come.

Love to the single girls,

Addison