Thursday, May 16, 2013


Last night I dreamt I was married to a friend of mine.  I don't know why or how but I was married.  He was kind to me.  He worked all day as a caterer.  He came home and wanted to be with me and hold my hand.
But I was not a good wife.  I had a boyfriend, my actual boyfriend, on the side.  I wanted to be with him, but I couldn't get up the courage to leave my husband.
Then one night, my husband tried to sleep with me, and I tried to slip away to see my boyfriend.  My husband followed me and found out.  He told me he'd never divorce me.  I was saddened by this.  Until I walked home to find my husband with another man.