My dreams have been a weird place lately. They are mostly really happy, and a nice escape from the overwhelming amount of sadness I've been feeling for the last few weeks. But sometimes I dream that Mark is still alive, and while it's happy in my dreams, it's sad again when I wake up and have to remind myself that Mark is really gone and that my life will never be the same.
Last night, I must have been dreaming of Mark again because when I woke up, I was calling Pat by Mark's name. It was really weird. I quickly realized I had been dreaming and we both went back to sleep. A few hours later, I woke up to Pat breathing really heavily. I let it go for a while, but when the breathing got even more intense and Pat was almost trying to yell something and was sounding out the letter F, I decided I should wake him up in case he was also having a bad dream.
When I got him to wake up, I asked him right away what he was dreaming about. I'm not sure what I was expecting, maybe that his dream, too, was about Mark or our scary and upsetting experiences over the last few weeks, which have taken quite a toll on him as well. I was definitely pleasantly surprised and very much amused to find out what Pat was actually dreaming about that got him so upset.
He was playing in a soccer game with Fat Albert, who was being a big bully and picking on everyone. So Pat had finally reached his boiling point and decided enough was enough. He was going to stand up to Fat Albert. And that was the cause of the heavy breathing; when he finally confronted Fat Albert. And the F noise that he was trying to yell in his sleep was him calling Albert "fat" in his dream and saying, "I don't know who you think you are you fat punk" or something along those lines. Needless to say, it was a very intense, and serious dream, definitely warranting the heavy and almost panicked breathing.
This was just what I needed and I got a lot of laughs at 6:30 this morning. Thanks, Pat!
Last night, I must have been dreaming of Mark again because when I woke up, I was calling Pat by Mark's name. It was really weird. I quickly realized I had been dreaming and we both went back to sleep. A few hours later, I woke up to Pat breathing really heavily. I let it go for a while, but when the breathing got even more intense and Pat was almost trying to yell something and was sounding out the letter F, I decided I should wake him up in case he was also having a bad dream.
When I got him to wake up, I asked him right away what he was dreaming about. I'm not sure what I was expecting, maybe that his dream, too, was about Mark or our scary and upsetting experiences over the last few weeks, which have taken quite a toll on him as well. I was definitely pleasantly surprised and very much amused to find out what Pat was actually dreaming about that got him so upset.
He was playing in a soccer game with Fat Albert, who was being a big bully and picking on everyone. So Pat had finally reached his boiling point and decided enough was enough. He was going to stand up to Fat Albert. And that was the cause of the heavy breathing; when he finally confronted Fat Albert. And the F noise that he was trying to yell in his sleep was him calling Albert "fat" in his dream and saying, "I don't know who you think you are you fat punk" or something along those lines. Needless to say, it was a very intense, and serious dream, definitely warranting the heavy and almost panicked breathing.
This was just what I needed and I got a lot of laughs at 6:30 this morning. Thanks, Pat!
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small world!
& i'm sorry about that post, lol, it had been a long day & sometimes I vent. haha