My husband is in his final stages of life on Earth. Bed-bound, incontinent, very little speech, visiting with those who have already passed-on. Close.
Sleeping on the couch next to his hospital bed, I had a strange dream. Really lots of crazy stuff in it that just doesn’t seem relevant at this point. But I will share the one thing that sticks with me.
I dreamed that my husband, my oldest grandson and I were out in the wilderness (with our two vehicles — his white pickup truck and my 1967 Mustang, which I haven’t seen for 50 years! I loved that car…)
So my husband got into my Mustang and drove off, leaving grandson and me alone in the wilderness with his pickup truck. I was at first concerned because I knew (even in the dream) that he is not supposed to be driving.
Then I realized he was leaving us. I said, “It’s bad enough you’re leaving me, but did you have to take my Mustang?”
I suppose the dream represents my fear that as he leaves me in this life, he will take away all that is best in life for me. In a word, I will be stranded.
Believe me, I love this man way more than I ever loved my Mustang, but there was a time when it was the best part of my life. I’m sure that is what it represented in the dream — the best part of my life departing with my husband.