I had a nightmare the other night that Brad had an affair with another woman. When I found out and confronted him and the hussy with whom he was sleeping, the hussy stuck her finger in my face and started mouthing off. In my dream, I called her a sow and beat the tarnation out of her. Then, Brad tried to put his arm around me and apologize and I told him that, if he touched me, he would draw back a bloody stump. The dream was SO REAL. I felt a definite sense of satisfaction from beating up the hussy and I woke up feeling like I wanted to kill my husband. As soon as I opened my eyes, Brad rolled over and cuddled up to me. I growled, “Get away from me right now!” The poor guy didn’t have a clue. He was trying to be sweet and I had to squelch the desire to rip his head off.
There’s a point to me telling this story. I have told a few people about my dream. I have yet to tell my story without someone else telling me that they had a similar dream. One friend’s husband had a dream that she cheated on him and, when he asked why she would do such a thing, she replied that it was because her lover had a bigger penis than him. Another person had a dream that his wife became rich and famous and no longer would have anything to do with him. He walked around feeling sad for a while over that dream. I just found it interesting that infidelity is such a common theme in our dreams. It’s not like I ever really fear that Brad would have an affair. I am so high maintenance that I honestly don’t know when he would find the time to entertain a lover.
It’s not outside the realm of possibility that I would beat the tar out of any hussy who went after my husband either. When I was 7 months pregnant, I came home from working a 12 hour shift to find a strange woman in my garage with Bump and my husband. Brad politely introduced me to Denise and I quickly showed Denise the door. It turns out that most of the Computer Science students had been at our house earlier in the evening working on a project for their booth at the Halloween carnival. Denise just so happened to be the last person left at the end of the night. Yeah, and if you buy that I’ll throw the Golden Gate in free. Denise knew exactly what she was doing. I think she didn’t factor in the general pissed-offedness of a tired and severely hormonal pregnant woman. Brad seemed surprised that I would be suspicious. I have just one thing to say. The day I stop being suspicious of him being alone with another woman will be the day I stop caring about my marriage. These are just the facts, folks. Trust is one thing but blind trust and stupidity are something else entirely. I remember looking at little Denise (who looked really little compared to my very round belly) and remembering the scene from “Coal Miner’s Daughter”" when Sissy Spacek picks up a tree branch and calls her husband’s girlfriend a sow and chases her off.
Why am I writing all of this? I don’t know. Maybe because the dream felt so real. Maybe because my cough medicine has made be more disclosing than usual. Maybe I’d rather write than clean house right now.
I am just wondering how many of you have had dreams that your spouse or significant other has cheated on you?
