Symbolic dreams

I dreamt that we were driving down a dark straight road at a fast speed. It was icy and the window kept icing up. Rick opened the door and stood on the seat to scrape the ice, driving with arm. There were cars on either side and we were weaving. I tried to yell for him to stop but couldn't do more then whisper. I tried to move my leg to get his attention but was frozen in place. All I could do was whisper, please God, Please God.... over and over. Please let Rick get in the car.... please don't let me die.

And then I woke up. Weird isn't it how real life emotions have a way of finding their way into your dreams. This dream was so easy to interpret. I feel like I am going down a road I have no control over, and for a control freak like me that terrifies me. I want to be at the wheel, not someone else who might not take my life as seriously, might take risks with it. What a dweeb I am, LOL.

So needless to say I didn't have a good nights sleep. My son called and I told him his school friend called and was in town, his mother just died from Malignant Melanoma, a really bad form of skin cancer. How lucky I am to have this type. How sad about his mother, she was young.

Rick has a dentist appointment at 8. We are hoping he will be out soon enough to get me to the hospital at 9. Surgery at10:30, cancer free by 11 home by 12. I have my whole day planned, LOL. Then maybe a nap.

Its a good day to be alive.