Bad Dreams are well.....just bad!

I had a bad dream last night....a really bad dream. Although I will not go into the gory details, I did wake up bawling reaching for Blaine. Thankfully when I put my hand on his side of the bed, he was there; otherwise, I would have totally freaked out.

It got me to thinking - what makes a person dream bad things....so bad that it completely ruins your morning/day/week? I hate these dreams and rarely have them. Usually when I am bothered/upset/tired I have these. I was bothered the past few days about a couple of things, but nothing so earth shattering to dream that my husband had died - and for no reason Blaine has caused. The dream was so real, so disturbing that even when Blaine asked me about this morning, I still cried.

As I sent Blaine away for the week, I gave one extra hug, one extra smooch and one extra high five - just to make me feel better. Blaine is hoping that I haven't now jinxed him. I kind of laughed at that one - realizing the Blaine is as paranoid as I am. Not a good combination.