I woke yesterday, in perfect time to take LG to work.
Woke from a dream that I have had before, there aren't many that re-occur, but some do and I don't remember them until I have them again. This one, I've had before, can't recall when, but know it.
In my dream, I was, I believe in Las Vegas, with my ex and our kids. The kids were young, thinking my oldest boy was about 4 or 5. We were sitting waiting to see some show or something, can't recall exactly. As we sat there the kids were playing around doing their typical thing. I overheard an older couple having a minimal argument, if it can even be called that.
There were 2 couples, wife n hubby 1 and wife and hubby 2. Hubby 1 and wife 2 were supposed to do some show thing, they were both dressed as American Indians. Hubby 2 and wife 1 were dressed as cowboys. They were going to suprise Hubby 1 and wife 2 by joining in their show, just wanting to be a part of it.
While they were talking, our oldest boy had started to get himself into a bit of trouble. i.e. not doing what he was told, not staying in line of sight etc. He had taken off his shoes as well.
At this point her and I decided it was time to go. So we told him to get his shoes on and we were leaving. As he was going to collect his shoes, which was about 10 feet away, we got into the car and started to leave. We were going to meet him to speed up the process of leaving.
For some reason, taking the car to meet him seemed the better choice. His shoes were apparently about a quarter mile away. (Even though he never left more than 10 feet away from us.
As we started to drive to get him, the traffic stopped us from being able to pull over to get him. At this point, I started feeling very nervous and feeling like he would see we were gone, like we left him.
We ended up having to drive down a bit further and make a U-turn. During this time, my heart started racing and I was nearing panic. Chewing my nails and on the verge of tears.
My ex was driving, from the passengers side of the car.
I could feel the tears and anxiety build. I was horrified that if he returned to where we were supposed to be waiting for him that he would feel abandoned.
As we started the U-turn, I told her that I had always had a fear of being young and being left behind, having that feeling of being forgotten and not wanted, tears building all the while.
As I finished telling her, she smirked at what I was saying, which I in turn flipped her off and moved away from her in the seat, as far as I could and still be in the front seat.
I am unsure as to her reaction, but feeling as if flipping her off wasn't enough I cussed her out. The overall feeling at this point was her just blowing me off as what I was experiencing was unimportant.
It was at this point I woke and laid there for a moment before LG knocked on my room door asking me to take her back to work so I could drive myself to work later that night.

Sometimes I really hate my dreams.