Day Seventy Nine

These Migraines are going to be the end of me. I just took a break from computer work to let my meds kick in with a nap + had another one of my crazy dreams. This time -- you and I were out on the water jet-skiing when you noticed a bunch of planes that had parked in the water... all of which being reporters. They were doing a piece on water safety when you decided to start showing off in front of them {and equally scaring the living crap out of me as I was on back}. All of a sudden, a helicopter comes into view and is about to crash... right where we are at. With your mad driving skills, you'd dodged it as it came pummeling into the water.  Though we made it through that disaster, we were about to be a part of another. The helo was filled with "bad guys." Who survived + starting throwing bombs towards us and shooting everyone in site. I managed to get away {and for some reason, this body of water was right next to my Grandparents Farm --- 90% of the time, that's where my dreams are set.} and ran into my Grandma's House to get my gun.  Inside, my dad was already getting everything loaded and handed me the 20 gauge and the 22. One for me, one for you. I sent you a text to meet me in the basement and proceeded to hide down inside a little red wagon full of my stuffed animals while I waited for you. BUT, you never showed up and the panic inside my dream woke me up in a nasty sweat. So... what did I learn from this? It's true that EVERY SINGLE TIME I take an afternoon nap I dream about you {though usually it's a sex dream, bummer!} and it's also true that I should probably lay off the meds. My dreams are so vivid and real that it's probably half the reason why my head hurts 24-7.

Miss you.