In my dreams last night, there was some major news story about infidelity. It started out fairly reasonable with advice and things to watch out for, that kind of thing. And then the talking heads whipped it all up into some kind of frenzy, enraging housewives across the nation. Seriously, they were storming offices.
So there I was standing in the parking lot trying to explain to five soccer moms that one: I don’t even have a male subordinate and my male boss isn’t married; two: I don’t know their husbands; and three: even if I did, I wouldn’t be sleeping with them as I am quite happily married myself, when one of the harpies hauls off and punches me in the gut.
I actually cried out in my sleep. I knew I was dreaming at the time, but the reaction was a ‘holy crap that actually hurt!’ It woke me up. It woke my husband up and caused some concern. I explained that I was fine and went back to sleep.
The weird part: my abs hurt like hell this morning. Like some psycho harpy punched me in the gut or something.
When you bring me a dream,stick with the cutest that I’ve ever seen. Please leave out the violent harpies.Mr. Sandman, take back this dream.