Inseparable II

So, some time ago I wrote a piece, Inseparable. In it, I talked about people who are seemingly joined at the hip. You know, people who finish each other's sentences, make the same random connections, etc. I noted that my husband and I were in that group, except that we entered the twilight zone the night we appeared to participate in the same dream. (I had dreamed my son was in danger and as I was reaching out to him, he screamed, but I woke up to hear my husband screaming in a voice not his own, "Mom!" I opened my eyes and grabbed his arm which was flailing in his sleep.)

Fast forward to last night.

I had a nightmare, as I am wont to do. I dreamed that I was driving along a dark road bordered by a cemetary and decided to go visit someone's grave.

Aside: Who visits graves at night?

Anyway, I pull into the cemetary, and drive down a dirt path - old tombstones in rows on either side. I get to the end and turn right to get to the grave I'm visiting, at which point I think (consciously or unconsciously) that this is stupid, something scary is going to happen and I need to get out of there (wake up) fast. I make a u-turn (apologize to the deceased I am no longer going to visit) and slam on the gas, while simultaneously praying the rosary.

My body is suddenly suffused with cold-sweat inducing fear and I am sure evil spirits are about to jump me as I tear out of the cemetery.

I woke up, heart pounding as if I had just run a race, to the sound of my husband moaning and shaking as if he were terrified. Turns out he was in a cemetary...stuck in an empty grave.

Yeah. So.

Our second visit to the twilight zone.