Sweet Dreams Aren't Made of This
So, school is coming back very soon. I’ve had some gnarly bad dreams lately—about things not even related to school. But I know it’s the stress of the school year starting again… along with money worries and indecision. But last night (and Friday night) I had absolutely bonkers dreams! Like, so very very real. So real that when I woke up this morning, I was in tears. Then I cried a bit more because I was actually glad it wasn’t real. Mark’s been showing up in them—just on the periphery. Last year, when summer was ending, it had only been four months since he passed… so it was still really fresh. Going through the back-to-school process without him was hard. No matter how bad things often were, there were times I could bounce ideas off him—or at least talk things through just to see how I felt about different positions, etc. I do have people in my life now that I can talk to about this stuff… but they don’t have the whole backstory. So it’s hard. Anyway—I really want to have great dream...