A String of Nightmares

More nightmares.

I don't want to go to sleep at night.

The other night was a whole string of them. Some were as simple as people continually mentioning Andrew's name. And in the dreams I would start crying just with that.

In other I just kept driving around and around.

But the worse, recently, was paging through a detailed autoposy report that also had pictures. Gosh was that disgusting and cruel. Mark said I kept moaning in my sleep and crying out no throughout the night. I remember waking up at different times and thrashing around in bed (as much as a pregnant woman can anyway) andt rying to wake up but I couldn't. I couldn't wake up to save my life. Mark even tried to wake me and I heard him and I couldn't respond.

At lunch, we talked a bit about it. How I interrupted his sleep. I felt bad and apologized. When I told him the nightmare, he understood completely why I was so disturbed. Kind of like when he tells me he dreams of the boys dying and of finding Andrew's lifeless body. And we stopped talking. What else do you say at that point?