I've had a rough couple of days. There's more about that on "Bare Naked Me" so last night we went to a charity 50's Sock Hop (to benefit the Honor Flight program) and had a very good time. We got home after midnight and I wasn't in bed until after 1am. I fell asleep quickly but had a horrible nightmare about Andrew.
I dreamed we were away from home and for some reason Andrew, who appeared to be about 10 years old, had to stay one night in a juvenile facility. I was very upset and scared for him. I was told that all the mothers could come and have dinner with the children and visit with them. I was waiting nervously to see Andrew when they opened the door and let us in. I couldn't find Andrew. I looked and looked and he wasn't anywhere. I checked every square inch and he just wasn't there and no one was being very helpful. I kept feeling like they knew something but weren't telling me. I begged them to help me find him but we never found him. Finally they made me go home.
I woke up crying and cried for a long time. It was 4am and finally about an hour later I went back to sleep. When I did, I dreamed that I was in a kitchen working (I didn't recognise the house) and I looked out the window and saw Andrew laying on the ground. I ran out the door and straight to him but woke up before I got to him.
This is the first time I've had a bad dream about Andrew. I don't have a clue why I had the dream or what it meant. But it made me terribly sad...and I'm still sad.