if you have, or have ever had a significant other, then chances are you've had the dream. the one where you catch y'r S.O.(B.) doing naughty things with someone else. after which, of course, you have to be a little pissed at them for cheating (even if you see nothing wrong with that dream you had of your own involving scarlett johansen's fun bags). my dream last night involved my husband cheating on me with a friend i haven't seen in years. in real life this would never happen. one, my husband isn't the cheating type. two, my friend is now living in d.c. three, she also happily married. four, to a girl. but these things didn't stop me from hating him a little this morning as i kissed him goodbye. (how dare you, you dirty dream-whore!)
i hope tonight the saga continues where it left off and i get to dream kick his ass. the only problem with dream kicking people's asses is that it never works. you throw a punch that is about as effective as alcohol-free cold medicine or you go to give him a chuck-norris-style roundhouse to the face and realize you can't move y'r legs. my only hope is that i'll be able to use my dream super powers to pick him up, fly high into the sky and drop him on his fat head.
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