I Had a Nightmare
You thought this was going to be about politics, huh?
Or maybe religion?
It’s about the other one.
You know what I mean.
(My mother-in-law and my children should avert their eyes now.)
I had a nightmare. In my dream I found out that Tom had “visited” a hooker. You dream-interpreting bloggers may feel free to go to town with this one. I think I dreamed it because we’ve been having lots of hawt “green beans” these days, and I had even written a post about having lots of hawt green beans when you’re married, which I may or may not eventually post here depending upon how
desperate to meet the daily NaBloPoMo daily post quota gutsy I’m feeling at the time. Tom, perhaps attempting to create a diversion, told me that he thinks I dreamed he went to a hooker because of a Law & Order: Special Victims Unit rerun we watched the day before. Uh huh. So. Whatever my dream may or may not have meant, when I awoke I was all emotional and told Tom that my dream felt real.
Cheri [whiny]: “I’m all sad and mad at you.”
Tom [lovingly]: I’m sorry you’re sad, but you can’t be mad at me for something I didn’t do.”
Cheri [whiny]: Well, the dream felt real, so I’m sad and mad.
Tom [tenderly]: I love you.
Cheri [still whiny]: “Tom, tell me you’ve never had sex with a hooker. Please.”
Tom [smiling and feigning an Arkansas accent]: “I never had sexual relations with a hooker.”
Readers: When was the last time you had
green beans a nightmare that felt real?