Can't Talk

Wtffff. Bad dream. Dreamt my husband was coming into the house late. He had food with him and was on the phone. I overheard him talking about still going to hang out with his family. I walked into kitchen where he was (set like our old trailer kind of) and I couldn't speak normally. I kept unintentionally whispering instead of talking and it was making him angry. I had to repeat myself a lot hoping I could speak normal and not whisper. I kept asking him what he was doing because it sounded like he had plans to leave again with family. He got angrier and got closer to me and I cowered. He kept getting closer to me. Then he started to put his hands around my neck. Suddenly I am outside but I don't think I'm me.. I'm like just a random point of view/a camera or something. I see a dead body in a trash by me. My vision zooms in and I see maggots crawling all over the body. I think it's supposed to be me in there.

Before this, I dreamt I was back in school. Middle or high? Couldnt find my locker. 

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.