Dream or Nightmare

Day 2 of 30

Mind, Body and Soul Transformation

Last night I dreamed that my husband and I were still dating each other. We were in college, and I was expecting his call. He let weeks pass by and still no phone call. So frantically, I ripped my house apart, looking for any piece of paper that contained a phone number of anyone that knew him.

Finally, I came across the number that belonged to his parents, so I called and called. No one answered. At this point, my blood was boiling. All I wanted to do was choke the mess out of him. And cry on his shoulder at the same time.

As I sat there thinking, what the hell went wrong? My mind was raising my heart was beating out of my chest, and just like that, I woke up. I stretched my foot out like I always do when I’m looking for my husband, and he wasn’t there.

I jumped up out of bed and looked to my right and grew furious. For a minute I was still living in my dream and I was pissed and heartbroken at the same time. Then I realized my husband was just downstairs working in his office.

I’m blaming this dream/ nightmare on my new training schedule!

Anyway, I called it a dream, but when I went downstairs and told my husband about this he said: “dream… you mean nightmare, you would be lost without me and now I have proof”.

I rolled my eyes, grabbed up my coffee, and headed upstairs to write. Then sat at my desk and thought, “hell, he might be right.”  I mean, I was having a nervous break down looking for his number or anyone’s number that might know how to reach him.

I sound pathetic…. maybe I should cut back on my weights or cardio.

You could have chosen any blog to read, but you chose mine, and I’m honored!

~Belladonna~

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