A Horrible Nightmare

I think my stress has finally manifested itself into something: a nightmare. I haven't been able to remember a dream in a really long time, but I remember the one I had last night. It was so real and when I finally woke up from it because my alarm was going off I could still feel my throat closing up like I was going to cry. I can still feel it as I write this.

Howie and I were on a cruise, I can't remember to where or for how long but for some reason the ship functioned like a ferry boat, as well. One day after being in a port all day we got back on the ship and started going out to sea. We were sitting really low in the water and were up on deck with another couple we had met on the ship. My car was parked below and I was afraid that some of the high waves we were sailing in were going to splash into my car since I left some of the windows partially down. I found my keys and was scared of going below so I asked Howie to go and we both went down together. We asked the other couple if the ship sitting this low in the water was normal and the women said "No, it's deathly dangerous." Of course this should have been our first clue not to go down below but we went and the other couple went with us. When we finally got down below the ship started to sink and break apart in Titanic-fashion. When it broke, all the cars when flying in the water. At some point I dropped my keys but I found them on the floor. Howie saw my car flying past and decided to chase after it. When floor crumbled underneath him and he disappeared. For some reason I kept my keys and kept looking for my car, thinking, I guess, that I would just drive out of there. I guess I survived, because the dream then switched to a parking lot and I was walking to meet my friend. We had decided to split the rent of some apartment but I guess I had backed out and she was kind of mad at me. As she was getting the stroller out of the car and putting her toddler in it I tried to hold back crying but tears were streaming down my face as I told her it had been really hard for me to lose Howie. She understood and put her arm around me and we walked into Macy's. Oh, and in this part of the dream my friend was Elliot Reed and I was Molly Clock (the psychiatrist or whatever) from Scrubs.

I can tell you where all the parts of this dream came from:

the ship and the sinking: clearly my fear of losing Howie when he goes off to the Navy
Rent of the apartment: a mini-crisis I'm going through now
Getting a child out of the car and having a difficult time with the stroller: kind of like how I have a difficult time getting Spencer's wheelchair in out of the car and him in and out of the wheelchair
Macy's: all the Macy's commercials that have been on TV
Scrubs: I fell asleep watching it last night