Earlier this week, I had a dream that I was deploying. One of my friends, who is active duty in real life, was deploying with me in my dream. It was our job to drive the convoy to Lexington, KY. I guess we were going to leave out from there.
I was trying to get myself organized to deploy, but I just couldn’t. One of my previous pastors came to see me to check up on me to see if I was alright. I remember trying to get out the door to leave for duty, but so many things stopped me.
I finally got out the door and ran to where we were supposed to be meeting to leave. I got there late and realized that I had not taken as much time as I should have to rest. I was very sleepy and there was no way that I could help drive feeling as tired as I was. The dream ended with me trying to figure out what was the lesser of two evils: driving first, or driving last.
I woke up confused. That was the first time I ever dreamed that I was deploying. The thing that bothered me about the dream was that I was unprepared for what was coming.
Dear Hubby is deploying again later this year. I’ve known that it was coming, but I’ve been putting it out of my mind. I don’t really want to think about it too much. Besides, he hasn’t been back a year yet. But that’s how rotations go. And they aren’t fun.
During his last deployment, I took some time to travel and visit family to help pass the time away. I’m not sure if I’ll be as flexible this time, as Little Man has speech therapy sessions several times a week. He’s doing so well with that and I don’t want to interrupt his progress.
This dream has prompted me to face the music. I have to face the reality that I will soon be a “single parent” again for several months. I’ll be without my best friend and husband.
I can make it through another deployment, but only with God’s help.