I took a shower, talked to a friend, and took an overdose of ZQuil before we hung up.
I don't know why, but NyQuil has been able to knock me out for about 10 years. Not alcohol. Not sleeping pills.
The problem is that I have crazy dreams. Usually nightmares. This one wasn't a nightmare until the last second before I woke.When I remembered that I'm alone.
Ironically, my husband was in the dream. And he was using a giant lawnmower that looked like a small RV. And we talked. And now I have to go cry for real.
Bbs

I dream about my Dad a lot, especially if i forget my anti depression pills. I never got to tell him goodbye before he died. It bothers me.
So sorry what happened to you, Chick. What an awful thing to do to someone who cares about you.
