They mixed up social security numbers. Someone else had his same name with the different social. He came home. He gave me a big kiss and hugged our daughter. I was still asking myself who the man I burried was, It looked just like him. I saw him laying there in the casket again. I was so confused with numerous thoughts running through my head.
Then I woke up.
These are the types of dreams I have OVER and OVER and OVER again. Even as bad as being the medic in battle and WATCHING him die. I couldnt save him.
Why do I keep having these dreams. When will they stop. It's eating me up inside. I want to go to sleep so I see him, but I dont want to sleep to watch him die.
I feel crazy. I feel ALONE..
NN - Numb Nagorski