Opening up and draining a can of Mandarin oranges I pulled a muscle in my back. Yea, I'm not sure on the mechanics of it all, but that's my story and I'm sticking to it. SO, after laying on the sofa all day in one of the three positions that didn't make me cry I took some meds and went to sleep.
I had a dream. A nightmare. My sweet husband was trying to kill me. Now I am unsure as to how he was trying to do it...I do remember he was trying to grab at my ankles and pull me down the stairs into the basement. That's as far as it got because he woke me up because of all the noise I was making in my sleep. Uh, yea I was making those noises because you were trying to KILL me dear.....and I got out of bed and moved to the sofa. Next morning he comes in and asks me why I'm out on the sofa since my back is all jacked up. I said...because I couldn't sleep next to someone who was trying to KILL me sweetie. He just shook his head and went to the shower......
Things were a bit tense all day. I know...it's just a dream but still- very vivid. Very lifelike.
He comes home last night with a "I didn't really try to kill you it was just a dream just get over it" present.....a painting I saw 1 1/2 years ago and have wanted ever since. He went out and got it for me to make me feel better. It was so sweet and nice and then he asked where I wanted to put it.
And he recommended the basement.