Last night I slept with little comfort. To be fair less what issues I have with the Misses, I’m a life long insomniac. I have never slept well. It would take me about up or more than an hour to just fall asleep only to wake up about 3am.
Usually when I’m on the outs,with my wife. I never sleep near her and even so much as to avoid my leg touching hers. Don’t ask me why. I don’t know the answer. I awoke about 3:30am from a dream I had about a bridge that went across a large body of water. Half the bridge was submerged but still intact. I was on this bridge sitting at the edge of the part that was submerged.
I like water but not deep water. And it looked deep. Peering into the water, I could still see the road part of the bridge and thought to tread the water on this as far possible and see if I could make it to land.
As I did this, I could see land getting closer. The water was only up to my waist. I tried not to look down for fear of what I might see. When I could reach land, just before stepping out the water, I looked down and saw my dog dead under the water. I ran to him while yelling NO! NO!NO!. I pulled him out and tried to revive him. There was a man sitting at a table drinking something. I yelled at him to help me. But, he didn’t even acknowledge that I was even there.
I cried and cried and held him. I woke up and used my foot to touch my dog who was snoring at the foot of the bed.
I couldn’t be more thankful and relieved he was still here.