(Crap I hate the "cancel" button. Typing this up once wasn't a ton of fun, and now I'm re-typing it? Ugh.)
It's uncommon for me to remember my dreams. This morning I had one that I remember and it was short and pretty transparent and pretty darn sad.
The dream (at least what I remember of it) involved my (future-) ex-mother-in-law. I had expected her, in my dream, to be angry with me. In real life, I haven't talked to her in several months and not about the divorce at all.
In the dream, she wasn't angry. She was just... sad. Which made me sad, of course, and we hugged and I said to her, "I don't have the words. I'm so sorry." It was a weird sentence, and it kinda stuck in my head as meaning much more than the sum of the words. Which happens in a dream, I suppose.
As uncommon as it is for me to remember a dream, it's much less common for me to wake up with tears in my eyes over one. But I woke up this morning after I dream-spoke "sorry". And I wasn't crying, but I was on the verge of it.
What a kick-ass way to start a Thursday, huh?
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