The other night, I had a dream about Ailish.

In my dream, everything was a mistake. Ailish had been… misdiagnosed. She was fine, everything was fine. I was somewhat concerned about possible side-effects, but Ailish had a plan for dealing with these. I knew, even in the dream, that things were not going to be fine. I woke up crying, and wishing I could just stay asleep.

I thankfully do not remember very many of my dreams.

Christopher Thompson
October 17th, 2011 8:12 PM

I will write a happy story sometime soon.

Christopher Thompson
October 17th, 2011 8:19 PM

Her plan, by the way, involved me dying in the drive-way of the police investigator. Ailish’s plans were often enthusiastic and not immediately obviously logical, so I’m sure this would have made sense in time.

October 17th, 2011 11:13 PM

Oh dear, that’s a seriously unpleasant dream.

You miss her very much, even in your sleep. :sigh:

A virtual hug is all I’ve got to offer, but here you go. :hug:

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