Posted 13 November 2007 - 08:48 AM
I feel kind of guilty about this dream I had last night. First a little background: My husband and I got married two days before 9/11. My husband is also a firefighter. These two facts will matter in a minute. So, here the dream.
I dreamed that my husband and I were living in NYC. The night before the attacks, one of my husband's co-workers called him to ask him to fill in for him at work. Even though we had just gotten married, I told my husband to go ahead and fill in for the guy because we did need the extra money. So, my husband goes into work thr next morning and I roll over and fall back asleep. A little while later, my phone rings and my mom asks if we are okay. I ask her what she means and she says, "Well, I was worried about you guys because of the towers." I ask her what she's talking about and she tells me to turn on the tv. So I do and I see the reports about the towers falling. I start to cry and tell her that Brian went to work today and that I have to call him. I hang up and try to call my husband, but no one picks up the phone. A few minutes later, my doorbell rings and I open it to see Eames. I say, "Hi, Aunt Alex. What are you doing here?" She tells me that my mom called her and told her to come over and check on me. I let her in and we start talking about what's going on, when the doorbell rings again. Alex says that it must be Bobby, her new partner. I let him in and then the phone rings again and it's my husband's chief telling me that he's dead. I drop the phone and fall to the floor crying. Bobby picks up the phone and talks to him for a minute or two and hangs up. I'm laying on the floor crying and shaking. Bobby picks me up and puts me on the couch. He puts his arms around me and just lets me cry for several minutes. After a bit, Alex helps me get dressed and when we come out of the bedroom, Bobby is standing in my kitchen with one of my frilly aprons on, making breakfast. I tell him that I'm not hungry. So, he sits next to me and hand feeds me. Then he brushes my teeth and helps me put my make-up on. The whole time, he keeps telling me that everything is going to be okay. Suddenly, it's a year later and we are at the Policemen's Ball. Bobby gets up on the stage and sings my favorite song to me. At the end, he asks me to marry him and I say yes (of course). Then I woke up.
So, how messed up am I?