tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18910276.post4049989739173162757..comments2023-07-07T04:52:53.422-05:00Comments on a certain slant of light.: waking up, gaspingMollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02684472385651395069noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18910276.post-13199202773112356042007-08-13T12:16:00.000-05:002007-08-13T12:16:00.000-05:00My husband doesn't dream, and I often tell him how...My husband doesn't dream, and I often tell him how lucky he is. Dreams that are so real like that are the absolute worst. I think my dreams about my fears are the ones that come so vividly into my waking life long after they're gone. My repeating dream is of my husband dying. Of course, if he died loving me, that would be better than him leaving me for some skanky CD-looking ho-bag. :-) <BR/><BR/>Your wedding was beautiful beyond measure and I can't wait to read your post about it; I'm sure it will be as elegant as the day, you poet. <BR/><BR/>Enjoy Alaska, if I don't talk to you before. Kisses.EWHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06609065363243519846noreply@blogger.com