Worus

When I was napping last night, I had the most awful dream. I dreamed that Dean and I were sitting around doing our normal thing, and suddenly I said something that upset him (probably just one of my goofy antics). I tried to make things better, but everything I said made things worse.

Eventually he went into a closet and locked himself inside. I continued to try to explain myself, but a this point he wouldn’t even listen. I felt awful, and no matter how many times I tried to reason he wouldn’t let me talk. I felt trapped and frustrated. I think I was crying in my dream, but who knows? Thank God it wasn’t real.

Last night I remember having a dream where I was driving around in my car and the “temp,” “oil,” and “service engine soon” lights were all on. I remember I was driving in the dark, but I have no idea where I was driving.