Dreams disturbing

I can't fathom it... I've never had the extremely "real" dreams I am now experiencing. Rather like the conversation had in the play The Rabbit Hole, and a bit like the time traveling done in Slaughterhouse Five - I've had in the last week and a day, two very real dreams, one that woke me last Saturday a.m. or rather one i woke to, and another this evening after an early evening's nap.
Last week I was awakened to my love entering my room, and quietly taking off his clothes to climb into bed with me, and i thought to myself, "OMG he's home! he's home!" (he's been in Tokyo for 2 weeks and extended to a 3rd week, after having just spent 5 there less than a mo. ago) and then I tho't "how'd I miss the message to pick him up from the airport?" and then because I was so happy that he'd come home early and because I couldn't wait to lay eyes on him, I opened mine. And, he wasn't there. And, i burst into tears, because it had all been a dream, a dream so real that I then tho't something must've happened to him and I must've had a visitation, so I quickly got on the e-mail and begged him to make immediate contact, which he sweetly did, assuring me he was alright, and it took me a few more hours to quiet my nerves and my heart over the experience.
This evening was just as real, I had fallen asleep sprawled on my youngest son's bed while watching the tale end of a movie, the "menu" was now repeating itself over and over, and I heard both my love and my eldest son enter the apartment, walk over to check on me, go in and out of the front door carrying in their things, and commenting on my napping self. This time I had a bit of a headache, and I was waiting for my love to bend over and kiss me or something, but then they both kinda left the room to go about their business, son in his room, love putting brief case away, and I woke up and went to find them, and they were of course not here, neither had come home, one still in Japan the other leaving in less than 3 days.
The mind plays tricks of time and space, and perhaps there is a parallel universe where a more contented me gets to make pancakes for those guys she loves so dearly for many more mornings to come. Where she gets to set the table for dinner, and vacation with them and doesn't have to say g'bye for interminable periods of agonizing time.
Now there's a thought.