I Sleep to Dream

Friday night I had an amazing dream.

I cheated on my fiance.

And I didn't even feel badly about it.

Maybe because in my dream, my fiance was some random jerk named Keith and the guy I was cheating with was my real husband.

To be clear, I didn't really cheat. We didn't even kiss. We just fell in love with each other.

For some reason, I thought it would be a good idea to introduce Hug to Keith. Not surprisingly, Keith hated Hug, and he wasn't very nice. And I was pissed off that Keith was mean to Hug.

How weird is that?

Unfortunately, Hug called and woke me from my dream.

But - after we finished talking, I stayed in bed until noon, trying to go back to that dream. It didn't work.

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Last night I dreamt I was cuddling with some other man, who was not my husband. In my defense, it started out because I was afraid of the wild turkeys and he was protecting me. Yeah, that's the kind of dreams I have.

Hug woke me up from that dream with a phone call, too. Dammit.

I can't wait to see what I dream up tonight.