To shorten my dream: My husband is in the Navy, and had been sent somewhere for a short period of time (he is out to sea right now anyway), and he supposedly commited suicide. For somereason the navy and all my family, no one, let me see him, identify his body, even go to the funeral. I was restricted from seeing him. From what I remember I was told it was too terrible and that I should not live with that. I remember this man coming that was part of the investigation which lasted months, asking me for any help I could be, reading through my husbands things, like this letter he left, which looked like the original was somewhere else, but it had leaked through onto another paper, it was incomplete, but said something like, "id kill myself, but i am scared. I dont want to die" and thats just what i could make out. it was faded and hard to read. i believed after all of that he was murdered, and this man did too, and then he offered me a drink and the dream ended there.
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