We were visiting Grandma and George’s graves
So…I’ve been really homesick lately, and last night I had a dream where I was crying. I mean to say that not only was I crying in the dream, but that it felt like crying. I remember the weight of it, the lump in my throat, and how my face felt hot and tight. It was like when you dream that you’re screaming and then wake up actually screaming, only I didn’t wake up right away. And then the next morning I felt a lot better.
I think I was crying in my sleep.
Of course, this gives a whole new meaning to the term “wet dream.”
oh sweetie.. that’s happened to me before too. no fun… i guess these days, you would have been visiting Grandpa too.. I love you!!
(oh yeah, the “wet dream” bit–hilarious! nice way to lighten it up lady!)