June 24, 2002
I woke up three times this morning after Shane left for work and before I got out of bed. Each time, I had been dreaming that Shane had died. It was so sad and I would wake up so very sad and disturbed, fall back asleep, and dream about it some more. I usually don't remember my dreams and if I do, I usually don't fall back alseep into the same dream. I don't know how he died, but I know I was at work and he was somewhere other than our house and that he died. And I was all alone and so distraught and had no idea what I was going to do. I was so miserable. It was awful. I have thought about it several times today. I am happy and releived to say he is not dead. But he is very stressed and very tired. He is at school right now, probably struggling to stay awake. I woke him from a nap to go to his class. He had a late night last night and a rough morning today at work. I wish I coulddo something to make it all a little easier on him. I hope he goes to sleep early tonight and tomorrow goes better for him.