The day before yesterday: I dreamed my son had a son who looked just like him. I loved having two versions of him, the child and the man. I was very happy.

Last night (a nightmare) My husband had gone to church, to some sort of activity. In it was my minister (who is now deceased). It was supposed to be a pajama party, but the pajamas I had on were some very old and ragged ones I had disposed of years ago. I was embarrassed about the pajamas, and looked in a huge satchel I was carrying, and there was a rainbow-colored sundress inside. I wanted to go in the bathroom and wear it, but no one seemed to notice my rags, except me. My husband and I started to walk out to the parking lot. Except that this version of the church was on a mountaintop (not so in real life) and there were many precarious roads going down to the parking lot. Like it was under constructions, with paths that went nowhere, and boulders in precarious places here and there. I was having a hard time getting down, as I was now wearing the sundress (a little thing, I felt that my arse was exposed) and high heel sandals, which made walking very difficult and slow. At some point my husband jumps down a small cliff and says he's going to go get the car, but I can't follow him, and I turn to the side, looking for steps or less steep terrain. I slowly make my way down, in a winding and difficult path, until I make it to flat land. There are bushes in front that I have to go through to the other side, but when I get through, I am no longer on the church parking lot, I am on the parking lot of the university I went to (the first time)- or its dream equivalent. In the dream, the university had three exits, and the exit I had come out of was in the opposite direction from the church street, it was far removed from where we had come out of.
I started to look for my cellphone inside the satchel, when I remembered giving it to my husband at some point, Now I was lost, with no way of telling him where I was.
I saw two people in this parking lot, and asked if I could use their cellphone. They said no and laughed as if I were crazy for asking. I then tried to explain my situation, and asked if they could then call my husband and tell him where I was, and they were considering it (or 'fake' considering it). I realized they were probably not going to call, but I shouted out his phone number anyway, and what came out of my mouth was the business line of my house, and I realized no one was there, and no one was going to get that message until he went home. I was forlorn, thinking he was going to go around the parking lot and not find me, and I wondered if he was just going to go home and leave me there.
I woke up very distressed, and this brought up some feelings that were buried deep down.