I had a horrible dream last night.
I dreamt that the Baron had only a few hours to live after being poisoned (and no, I hadn't been watching the Simpsons!). He was paralysed on our bed, and for some reason I was sent to Australia that day. As you are.
He just stayed in that limbo state, waiting to die, and I stayed with him (when I returned from Australia a few hours later - great transport!). Just waiting.
It was horrible. I just sat and held his hand, whilst crying.
The legacy of that dream has stayed with me all day. Everything feels a little off kilter, out of focus.
1 comment:
(((Mouse))) I hate those horrible vivid dreams.
Kimmer | Email | Homepage | 02.09.05 - 4:01 pm | #
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Caca! Hug the Baron today!
Snapper | Email | Homepage | 02.09.05 - 5:53 pm | #
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i hate those types of dreams......
Steph | Email | Homepage | 02.09.05 - 8:33 pm | #
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I hate those dreams, too. Perhaps a better term would be "night terror."
Anonymous | Email | Homepage | 02.09.05 - 10:26 pm | #
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That was me -- above. Did a temp file clearance AND a defrag the other night, and I should have remembered to enter my evil info into the "name" space. That's twice, now, in your blog messages.
Evil One | Email | Homepage | 02.09.05 - 10:29 pm | #
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