Last night I dreamt my husband and I were in his car looking for a place to park. We were in a questionable part of town, so we wanted to find someplace inconspicuous. We finally found a spot between the building we were going to and a garbage dumpster. We pulled the car in, parked, and got out. Somehow, I was above the dumpster and when I looked down into it, I saw a body. Just as I was getting ready to call my husband over, the body moved. Garbage fell away from the body and I saw that it was my ex-husband, drunk and passed out in the trash. I screamed a little, as flashes of my time with him went through my head. I turned to my husband and said, "We have to move this car. We can't park here. Anywhere but here. I don't care how far we have to walk." We left my ex-husband where he lay, got back in the car and drove to find another place to park further away from the building.
No heroic measures
1 month ago