It's not always nice to dream

I had the most impossibly horrible dream last night. As a result, I've been more than slightly disturbed by it most of the day.

I dreamed a heavy knocking began at my front door while I was asleep. Miss Freckles was frantically barking and making every effort to get through the door to whomever was making all that racket.

In my dream, as if in slow motion, I arose from my bed, grabbed the "special" baseball bat that remains in a prominent place, and headed for the living room. I turned on the lamp by the sofa and unlocked the door - all the while demanding "Who is it?"

Positioning the bat for a hearty swing, I opened the door. There, on the front porch peering in the screen/storm door, was standing my grinning and very alive deceased husband! In a complete panic, I yelled at him "Where have you been? Why have you pretended to be dead all this time? Why did you leave me all alone?"

That's when I awoke in a state of complete terror.

I have wild and weird dreams sometimes, but nothing like this one ever! Have no idea where it came from or what it means. I've felt very disjointed and disturbed by this dream all day - found myself looking out the window or opening the front door continuously and scared of what I might or might not see!

The men in the white coats are coming for me soon, I'm sure! Hope I never have this dream again!