
On Friday Night, I Dreamed Of My Husband Standing in a Cemetery — I Woke up to a Call from the Hospital
A Dream That Saved Us I dreamt in grey that night. The air was thick with fog, the kind that presses on your chest and sticks to your skin, like memory that won’t let go. I walked through a cemetery I didn’t recognize, but somehow, my feet knew the way. The gravel crunched underfoot with every step. Somewhere, the wind chimes chimed, their sound slightly offbeat, like they were playing a song from a forgotten past. My heart was pounding, beating so loudly I thought it might drown out everything