Strangest Dream

I fell asleep on the sofa this afternoon and had the strangest dream.

I dreamed that I was sleeping in my old bed in Foresthill and I was in that stage where you're not quite awake but not quite asleep.  My ex-husband rolled over and put his arm around my waist.  I shrugged it off and started crying...I mean really sobbing, with those chest heaving sobs and I could feel the tears running down my face.  In my head, I was asking myself "what the hell are you doing here?" I was telling myself that I have a home, and I have my own bed, and I need to get out of here because I don't belong here. I was telling myself that I was with the wrong man and the right one won't be happy that I'm here.  I woke up crying, and it was the weirdest thing. But when I woke up and realized where I was, I was relieved. I did not want to be back in that situation. I did not want to be back with him.

Given that last week was divorce day, I'm thinking that I just have a lot on my mind. With the relatives coming into town, and the ex's Uncle Bob dying...I know where I need to be, and I know who I need to be with. While I'll always be there to support my ex and the family, he is not the man for me. Just an odd afternoon.

My Beanster isn't happy and I'm conflicted about what to do about it. Plus, things are about to get damned stressful.  I'm really looking forward to the weekend when my guy will be here. Friday Morning!!! Lots to do before then.

G'nite peeps.