My dream last night was weird!!!! No, I mean really weird. Weird enough that I feel the need to relive it here. I have no idea what it means except that..........well, my dream was weird.
All of our kiddos were home. Yep, all five of them. We were enjoying life until someone said that Daddy was dead. What?! Yep, 40 years old and he's dead (Scott is not 40 and is a full 46, but it was a dream.)
Moving on with the story.......something important was happening in our home (seriously, what could be this important) and I made the decision to move dead Scott from his last resting place to the bathtub for safe keeping until the event was over. Yep, I just said that. Told you it was weird. So, into the bathtub he went, but he wasn't lying down like you might imagine. No, he stood right there in the corner just fine - all 78" of him.
The next thing that I know it is five days later and time for someone to take a shower. (FIVE DAYS UNTIL SOMEONE TOOK A SHOWER?! Insert more weirdness.) I was mortified to see that I had FORGOTTEN that Scott had died and that I needed to call the coroner. FIVE days!?
Ready for more? There's more. When the coroner came he was happy to learn that our heat was off and that Dad didn't stink because he was well preserved from the cold air. (Even in my sleep I was aware of the ridiculousness of all of this.)
Unfortunately, I had to endure the police coming to investigate my very best friend being put in the corner of the tub for five days and I had to defend myself against murder, but that was just a small snippet of the dream. No one seemed to believe that I hurt my man and it was clear that they understood that I was just a crazy, head completely full, overly-busy Mom who somehow, SOMEHOW forgot that her husband had died for five full days.
The reason that I wanted to write about this? Because at the end of my dream my very alive and present husband reached his hand over and placed it on my stomach in the very moment that I was starting to berate myself in the dream. What a cool middle-of-the-night moment. Thanks, God, for the weirdness and the comfort.
