Last night was a fitful night.
All night, I had a recurring dream that I had checked into a hotel in Long Beach. Michael had taken me to the hotel ... and left after I was checked in at the front desk.
I went out to explore the area ... but then I realized that could not remember the name of the hotel, nor where it was located. When I looked, there was no hotel room key or check-in paperwork in my purse.
I seemed to be waking up between the dreams. I kept telling myself; "This is just a dream. This is just a dream."
But when I went back to sleep, the same dream, or a variation of the dream, repeated over and over.
When I actually got out of bed this morning, I was exausted.
While writing the memories of this dream on my posted pad earlier today I felt incredibly sad. Tears welled up in my eyes. I wonder what this is all about. ???