I had a dream that Wendell died. In my dream he had already been gone for awhile. I was walking with some dude in a muddy field. We were on our way to go check something out. I can't remember now what it was. I started talking about Wendell. I told the guy about how Wendell had been such a great husband. I felt so sad . . he was gone . . . forever. No Wendell . . . forever. My heart ached.
As I slowly emerged from my dream state, I realized . . . OMG . . . it was a dream. Just a dream. What a relief.
I sat up . . . and just sat there at the edge of the bed . . . thinking . . . and crying.
After awhile I finally stood up and started getting dressed to go take Kona out for our morning walk. But I couldn't stop crying.
Wendell's alarm went off and he got up. I said to him, "I can't stop crying." He said, "Huh?" I said, "I had a dream that you died and I can't stop crying." He said, "Oh." He stood up, grabbed a newspaper, headed into the bathroom and farted.
I laughed . . .