A Dream

I had a crazy dream. At the time it seemed so good and so real...until the very end. I was dreaming that my husband and I were on vacation. We were just talking and all of a sudden, I asked about Alexandra. I wanted to know where she was and if she was doing okay. He said, "Maggie, oh yeah, she's at my parents and she's doing really well and we'll see her when we get home." I couldn't believe it. I felt so happy and so excited. I kept asking, 'She's at your parents?! She's at your parents?!' And I remember having these feelings of excitement and thinking, 'I can't wait to get home and hold her. I can't wait to play with her. I can't wait until I can dress her up in all her little clothes. Why the hell have I not been doing this before? Why don't I remember any of this? Oh, she's been there the whole time! She's just been away!' And then right at the very end of the dream, I don't remember coming home or anything like that. But I remember coming to a sudden stop and then I realized why. I never remembered any of those things because the real reason was because she died. She wasn't at my husband's parents. She wasn't just away somewhere. She was gone and buried in the ground. Ugh. Reality sucks. (and...why did my husband lie to me? He's always evil in my dreams! In real life... no way, quite the opposite!) :-)