My husband cheated on me last night.
Ok, no phone calls please; it was in a dream, but it felt soooooooo real; and now I’m mad, and want him to wake up so I can tell him how awful he is so he can feel terrible then love on me and assure me he doesn’t own a curly clown wig or lime green suspenders. (complete freak show.)
He was being so naughty when I caught him too. He didn’t even stop! In fact I walked over to him to get a really good look to make sure he was doing what I thought he was doing. He was, and now I hate him. Great.
I rolled over and just looked at him; I gave him a long blink and rolled back over–a bumpy flailing about (like a mackerel on a dock) type roll over so he would know just how mad I was. I was disgusted and here he was just sleeping away all peaceful.
So I waited, like a hunter waiting for their prey to flinch. I finally saw a flicker of eyeball.
He just thought he was waking up to a glorious Super Bowl Sunday.
Me: “Well, well, well, I hope you enjoyed it.”
How about you? Have you ever wanted to call your attorney after a dream?