Dreams stink.
Tuesday, August 24th, 2010Me: I had another dream that you cheated on me last night. Why do I keep having dreams that you’re cheating on me?
Jim: I’m not cheating on you, Spring.
Me: I know that. When would you have time?
Jim: Remember how you said you I’d be scared before the wedding? Well, don’t you think that works both ways?
Me: You mean that my brain is trying to scare me with the worst possible scenario and force me to prepare for it, just in case it happens?
Jim: Or putting up roadblocks.
Me: OR it could be because you’re actually doing something that you know I wouldn’t like, and my subconscious is blowing it out of proportion in order to make me pay attention. So, Jim…did you do anything you know I wouldn’t like? Might as well tell me–can’t be as bad as cheating.
Jim: Well…I did leave my socks on the floor yesterday. Deliberately.
Me: …
Jim: Yeah, I was like “I’m over here and the closet’s over there. Fuck it!”
Me: That’s not exactly what I had in mind…
