It was a rough way to wake up this morning

This morning I had to get up half an hour earlier than normal for my shot appointment.  Although school was closed today, I went to work after my shot because I have some deadlines looming.  Because I have "needle anxiety", I didn't sleep the best.  The last dream I had as the alarm was going off though, was absolutely awful.

I dreamt about Robert.  In the dream, he was here because he had no where else to be.  He was stealing (big, major things) from us, and he was attempting to physically intimidate us.  It was truly a nightmare.  In the dream, Andrew and I were telling him he had to leave even though he had no where else to go, and my other two children were heartbroken.  It was one of the worst dreams I've ever had.

I awoke in tears, and allowed myself to cry a minute.  Honestly, I don't even have words to explain how I feel about that dream.  It was painful in ways I can't even describe, but I am so very grateful it was only in my dreams, and I pray it stays that way.

Since I needed to wear a short sleeve to make it easier to receive my shot, I decided to wear my dad's flannel over it.  It was a flannel I had given him the last Christmas that he was alive, and I appreciated having a little part of him with me this morning, although that made me a little emotional as well.  I also wore my bracelet with the "blessed" charm that I bought myself before Christmas.  It was a wonderful, and much needed reminder that again, it was all just a dream, and we are safe.