Last night I dreamed that my husband asked me to go on a short car ride. It was a beautiful morning in my dream, and our two youngest daughters were along in the backseat. We were already driving down the road when I noticed that we weren’t even in our own car. My husband was driving an older car that wasn’t safely working, one that had been castoff by a friend of a son. (This car doesn’t exist in real life, only in the dream.) I actually thought the car was kind of cool, the kind of classic you’d want to restore, but I was upset that he had us in an unsafe vehicle. He pulled into a repair shop, and told us we just had to wait a short while. In my dream, this kept repeating. I’d want to leave the shop and go home, and he would tell me it was almost ready, almost done, would just be a few minutes etc. Finally it was dusk, and I knew that the shop would close for the evening. I wanted to call one of my sons to come pick us up, but I couldn’t get a hold of anyone, so I set out walking and walked all the way home. I asked my son to go pick up his sisters (and his father, even though I was at the point that I didn’t care if my husband had to sleep in the parking lot of that repair shop).
It is getting late in my life now, and I still hear his pleas and promises.