Reba woke up in a dead sweat. She couldnt believe that after 6 years she was still having nightmares about Brock and her's divorce. She didnt know what to do. She was never considered being suicidal. She just wasnt that kind of person.

"Alright, relax Reba, your fine. your not commiting suicide now or anytime for that matter. just breathe. in threw the nose. out threw the mouth" Reba thought to her self. "Maybe if i went down stairs and got something to eat to clear my mind, the thought image of that dream would go away..."

Reba got up, grabbed her robe and went down stairs to the kitchen. While in the kitchen she was still thinking about that dream, and why was she having dreams about it now? Was her concience tring to tell her something? She was seriously confused! Honestly, what Reba needed right now was someone to talk to, because you know that everyone in there right mind is up at 2:30 in the morning wanting to talk about a nightmare that she had right?! That was what she missed about being married. Always having someone to talk to if you woke up in the middle of the night.

Reba finally decided that she wasnt getting back to sleep anytime soon so she decided that she would go and watch some good ol' infomericals! 'cause you know one cant get enough of those infomertials! She went upstairs grabbed a blanket and a pillow and laid down on the couch and watched a infomertical about the 'magic bender' or something like that. It finally go so boring that she feel asleep and dreamed about pretty pink ponies and there journey to candy mountain.

It was like 11 that morning that Reba finally got woken up. Not by her cute little grand-daughter, not by one of her kids, not even by the queen of annoying-ness (Barbra Jean) , it was Brock and honestly she was the last person that she wanted to see after that nightmare that she had last night.

"What do you want Brock? I didnt sleep well last night...was there some kind of pressing issue that cant wait another couple of hours?" Reba said turning over and putting her face toward the back of the couch.

"How come you didnt sleep well last night Reba? Did you have a dream about King Kong coming to eat you again?" Brock said not taking what Reba said seriously.

"No i did not have a dream about King Kong coming to eat me Brock! and i dont need your smartass comments either," Reba said with 'ugh' noise, "im going up to my room!"

"Well that what was so bad about this dream that you had? It couldn't have been that bad, dont you think that your over reacting just a tad bit?"

"No Brock i dont! Do you have a dream that has haunted your for the past 6 years?! I didnt think so, so until that time keep your nose out of my business and leave me alone!" Reba said starting to walk up the stairs.

Brock was very confused by his ex-wifes behavior. Reba normally never had a nightmare that shook her up that much, let alone 'haunted her' as she called it for 6 years. Thats when it hit Brock...the dreams probably had something to do with him considering it had been about 6 years since him and Reba got there divorce. Now he was really curious & determined to find out what happened in this dream of Reba's.

Meanwhile in Reba's Room...

Reba had just gotten herself all comfy and was about to fall back asleep when she heard a knock at her door.

"Who is it? cause if it aint important then tell me later, im tired!" Reba said not moving from her extremly comfy position on her bed.

"Reba its me, open the door i need to talk to you right now, its important" Brock said with a tone of voice that Reba knew that he wasnt going anywhere until her talked to her.

"Well then come in, but i aint moving so if you wanna talk you can let yourself in"

"Fine," Brock walked in the room and noticed that Reba had re-arranged the room since he was last in there. He saw all the pictures oh her and his kids, and then a whole bunch of Elizabeth. Then there were actually a couple of him and her, when they were happily married. After Brock got over his initional reaction to the room he finally noticed that Reba was laying there with her hair all over the pillow, with her long eye lashes gently touching the tops of her cheeks. God she really is beautiful Brock thought. All his thought were interputed by Reba beginging to get annoyed by his disrupting her sleep.

"What was just so important that you had to come in here and talk to me right this very minuate?" Reba said still not moving or facing him.

"Nothing really, i just want to know about that dream that you had last night and what you ment that it has been haunting you for the past 6 years. It doesnt have anything to do with our divorce does it?" Brock said sitting on the end on the bed.

"Why do you care so much about what i dreamed about? What is that concience that seems to be in a coma most of the time starting to realise that you have done some pretty messed up things Brock?"

"Jeese Reba, sorry that i care if you are having nightmares about something that happened 6 years ago. Which I'm assuming that this dream that you keep having has something to do with our divorce and I dont want to be the reason to screw up something else in your life Reba. Can you please tell me what happened and then ill leave you alone to sleep?" Brock said basically begging her.

"Fine you want to know?! ill tell you then!!..."