I don’t often remember what I’ve dreamed about, but when I do, I always wonder what it means. When I dream about food (mashed potatoes visit me often during slumber), I wonder if I went to bed hungry. My luck, I gain weight in my sleep just from dreaming about food.
Willard seldom mentions his dreams to me, but he had a doozy this week. Let me back up and tell you that I remember waking up during the night Wednesday night to him hugging up to me and saying something about me dying. Dying? Geez. I remember it, but I was asleep so I didn’t quiz him until the next morning.
ME: Did you dream I died?
HIM: You didn’t just die, I killed you.
ME: Well, that wasn’t nice.
HIM: Sorry, baby. I didn’t have a choice. You were turning into a rabid, wild hog.
ME: (mean look)
HIM: Don’t look at me. You were the hog. You even had a snout and everything.
So, now I gotta wonder what HIS dreams mean. I know I’ve gained weight lately, but dang…
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