Weird Dream

I had a really weird dream last night.  So weird, that it woke me up crying twice and each time I fell back asleep, I was sucked right back into the dream.

I was living somewhere green.  Lots of mountains, hills and valleys.  It was very pretty.  My house was whimsical. It was cottage like, in the middle of a big green, rolling hills valley.  It was mossy and had large trees around it.  The inside was very much my house with clutter and knick-knacks and such.  The dramas were there but not active in my dream. 

The man had a handgun.  He bought it without my knowledge and when I found out he had it, I reminded him that there were laws against carrying it.  I wasn’t mad about the gun. Just concerned. 

Next scene, the police are taking the man away. He went somewhere with the gun and he was arrested for it.  I was devastated.  I don’t know where he went but it was something stupid like a grocery store or the like.  He was going to prison for 18 months.  I was driving back to my house after either seeing him or dropping him off at the prison (I’m not sure) and I was crying and sobbing that our lives were ruined for the next 18 months. I was so upset.  (I woke up here, looked at the clock, it was 6:12 a.m. and I went back to sleep).

I parked in front of my house, under the big mossy tree.  I started to go inside, and I had my bottom lip sticking way out in a pouty frown and Poppy asked me what was wrong.  I started crying all over again.  I became hysterical and again could not stop crying.  (I woke up again crying and looked at the clock, it was 6:36 a.m. and I went back to sleep).

I was again sucked right back into my dream. I don’t remember the rest except that Poppy was holding my face in her hands, forcing me to look at her, telling me that it was going to be alright and the time would pass quickly. I kept arguing with her that I had to tell the dramas their dad was in prison and he wouldn’t be home for a very long time.  She just sat there holding my hand and telling me it would be okay. 

I finally woke up when my alarm went off at 6:45 a.m.  It was a very bizarre dream, and only the second dream I’ve ever had that included another blogger (I don’t count the dreams I have about Miss Ann cleaning her floors because I have those a lot and they’re always about her scrubbing the floors.)