I saw Brooke (a woman that my husband had an affair with years ago) out in public. I was at a movie theater in line to get my tickets and when I saw her, instead of waiting for my tickets, I jumped out of line and went and hid on a couch that was sitting beside of me and covered my head with a comforter until she passed by.
The scene shifted and I was in my old bedroom at my parents’ house sifting through my thoughts from seeing her. My friend Freeman was there and I told her that I felt like there was still something in the house that was associated with the affair, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. She concurred. She thought maybe it was in a dresser in my closet, we started searching through it. We searched every drawer and couldn’t find what it was. I came out of my bedroom and walked through the hallway into the living room where my dad was laying on the floor and my mom was standing beside him. She had just found out that the life insurance she was carrying on herself only covered 1/2 of her burial and my dad (in the dream I knew he was suppose to be dead, but he was wide awake and alive on the living room floor) said “well, it’s a good thing mine was all covered.” Then I woke up.