I had an awful dream this morning before I woke at 5.30 and could not go back to sleep so I got up.
The dream was that I was on a bus trip and we arrived in Melbourne. The details are a bit fuzzy but I asked around for what JJ might enjoy doing. There was some theme park that he might like so I must have sent him off to it.
A bit of time went by and I was in a taxi ride from hell (cigarette smoking, fast driving maniac driver) with some friends and I realised that I’d let JJ go off by himself to this place and I had no idea where to meet him afterwards.
I felt really awful about letting him go off like that and I felt powerless that I didn’t know what to do about it.
It makes me kind of glad I did wake up at 5.30. I got up walked past his bedroom made sure he was there and felt all right.
What’s the universe trying to tell me?