Dreams

The dream I wrote about in my last entry was definitely a vivid one, but like I said, I don't think I'm worried about divorcing. I do sometimes dream about the things that I worry about, but I also dream about random things that I saw on TV, heard about, or read.

I think this time my dream was inspired by two things:

1. I was sleeping alone that night...Mike wasn't with me because he was in Minnesota
2. I'd recently had a conversation about losing him

Here's how the conversation started...Mike's grandmother died about a week before our wedding and his parents are still helping to sort out the estate. Recently they were getting pretty agitated because, in the process of sorting out Grandma's affairs, they were told that normally in wills things are left only to the children instead of friends, spouses, or anyone else. I guess that in their will the estate was left to the surviving parent, and if both parents died it was left to Mike and his brother, Greg. They were getting pretty worried that their will was somehow invalid since the parents were included.

Now, personally, I don't think it's a problem. People leave things to organizations, friends, even pets all the time. And Mike's parents used a lawyer to draw up their will, so it's gotta be pretty legit. But they were getting all worried and felt that they'd have to meet with the lawyer again to change things.

There was one other thing they wanted to change in the will - me. They felt that now that Mike and I were married they should somehow provide for me, but they weren't sure how.

"You don't have to do that," I told them.

"Well, do you really think it's fair that everything gets split between Mike and Greg?" his dad asked me.

"Well...yeah," I said. "I mean, I can share with Mike."

"Well, what if, God forbid, something happens to Mike. Then Greg would get everything. Is that really fair?" he asked me.

"Sure," I said carlessly. I had never really thought about cashing in when our parents die, so I wasn't too concerned about the money I might not be getting.

"Well, what would you do?" he asked me.

"Oh," I said cheerfully, "I guess I'd just wait around for my parents to die."

That was not an answer that was appreciated.

Anyway, I guess all the talk about mortality and wills and providing for Mike's untimely demise got to me.

Maybe tonight before bed I'll do a thorough perusal of Cute Overload to make sure that any dreams are cute and kitten-inspired instead of scary and lonely.