Weirdness Abounds

It's been over 2 years.
Enough is enough! Yet, my subconscious must not yet be ready to let go.

Just when I am getting accustomed to my life as it has become, I have a VIVID dream. There's a whole lot of people over at my mom's house. Many of the "scenes" in the dream depict a combination of the "Turn-around Picnic" that we had when I was a kid of about 10 and an old southern "tea" social in the front yard of our house as well as one scene between the houses of Moffat's and Phillips', across the street. There ARE some people in complete garb with the time - specifically, the frilly whoop skirts similar to those depicted in "Gone With The Wind".

In my dream, I "see" Diana, my ex-girlfriend, across the street, as I am emerging from the woods. It doesn't seem odd to me - to be emerging from the woods - because I was often playing in the woods as a kid. It is quite apparent to me that Diana wants to speak with me as she keeps following me as I make my way towards my front yard and the activities there.

The really weird part is that both mom and dad are there - complete with old southern garb - and I knew for a fact within the confines of my dream - that they were already dead. At that moment, when the realization hit that they were already dead, the images of mom, dad - even Mrs Moffat - seemed to disappear from the story, although I KNEW that they were still there, somewhere.

Diana approached and as always in a dream - I was unable to get away. She asked how I was doing, told me she had a boyfriend out of state and that she'd like to see me again. I told her "no thanks", I was back with Cheryl and she said she knew because she already talked with Cheryl - pointing over to a smiling, waving Cheryl..., and that she'd still wanted to "see" me sometime. There were sexual relationship overtones to her words.
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The shock woke me up and all at once the memory became a photograph in my mind. With the awakening, the images of the deceased people in the dream faded to black and white and the question of "WHY?" plagued me for the rest of this day.

WHY...
...after over 2 years did I dream of her again?
...was Cheryl cordial and not venemous?
...didn't I run back into the woods and go build a fort!?!?!?

Friggin Subconscious needs an off switch!
At this rate, I'll NEVER get any peaceful sleep.