Hubby's Ex and my Mother-in-law, not exactly in the same scene

Funny. This will be brief because I hate talking about her. I hate THINKING about her, hahaha. Anyhoo, in my dream, she was still talking a lot to my hubby, like everytime she needs something, consult something, need help on something (which actually was how it was -- still is sometimes-- in real life). In my dream I was just tired of it, but also sort of laughing because she still seemed desperate to have a piece of him, even in little instances (or every opportunity) when she needs help or something. In my dream, I saw a wedding invitation which I thought was hers. I felt kind of relieved that she was finally marrying off and someone else can finally take care of her. But it was a false alarm, it turned out it was her sister getting married. The ex wasn't getting married yet after all. Which was rather disappointing...

I can't wait for the day that she finds someone else so someone can finally take care of stuff that only men can take care of, like car problems, gymn problems...stuff like that. Or that I don't want her to bother us no more. On a deeper level, maybe I want her to be happy too. Har har har!

Early in the morning, shortly after my husband leaves for work, and before I officially rise for work, I usually have that window of light sleep. Following the Dream about hubby's EX, I dreamt that someone was throwing slinkies on our staircase, it felt so really I could almost hear it from the bedroom. I felt a little scared and thought it was a ghost -- but I usually dismiss these things. I'm not really scared of ghosts, I was probably excited to witness one and conquer it. I don't wish to see one, but if I do, I know I'll try to confront it and see if I can help it move on, or see if there is a message for me at all (hopefully a winning lotto ticket!). That's when I had a dream that my dead mother-in-law was hugging me. Actually, she felt so alive, and we were dancing (some kind of waltz -- like in a celebration of some sort). She was wearing the deep orange sweater I gave her one Christmas. My arms were around her waist-- it felt so real, and she was holding me too. Then I woke up.

I don't know what to make of this. In a paranormal perspective, maybe she did visit me. In the dream, she was almost like trying to cheer me up. Or we were in the middle of something joyous. Maybe, psychologically, I just yearn for that "something joyous" over what's going on in my husband's family and the estate and trust issues, following her death last year. Maybe I yearn to show everybody that I didn't go amiss with my responsibilities as a daughter-in-law (the sweater, and dancing with her) while she was still alive and I'm proud I have no regrets about how I treated and loved her.