bad dream

Ugh blogger sucks. Can't post properly anymore and have to schedule post now. Forgot to with this dream and it went straight to drafts so here's one from April first: Dreamt I was in my old childhood bedroom sharing with some goth chick I was in my bed peeking under covers trying not to cry. My husband's mom came in and I remembered that my husband had died. She looked around in the room and felt bad for me.. she noticed I was having a hard time letting go of anything of his. Things piling up, starting to hoard. she lingered over a piece of mail written to him. 

Woke up.