Sep 202008

“I dreamt about serial killers today when I was taking a nap,” Henry said as we got ready for bed last night. He started to elaborate, but I cut him off.

“Oh, I had the WORST dream last night.

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I was on vacation. I think it was supposed to be Romania, but there were ice caps everywhere, so I think in my dream Romania had relocated to the Arctic Circle.

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It was so beautiful, there were rainbows everywhere—“

Henry snorted. “Rainbows? And this was a nightmare?”

Ignoring him, I continued. “I was on a bus with this guy Jared that I haven’t even thought about since high school, and the road we were on was flush with all this water, I think it was an ocean?

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” I could sense Henry holding back laughter next to me.  “And the bus driver was driving erratically and I was so afraid we were going to careen over the road and into the water—“

“But there were rainbows,” Henry reminded me, trying not to laugh.

“Yeah, but it wasn’t funny! It was a fucking scary dream. Fucking forget about the rainbows. And I remember–“


At this point, I’m envisioning some barbed wire pulled taut around Henry’s nads, but I forge ahead with my traumatic tale.

“– in my dream, trying to find my phone so I could tweet about it, but I was distracted—“

“Probaby because of the rainbows,” Henry guessed, and started laughing into the pillow.

I never finished telling him about my dream.

  2 Responses to “Pillow Talk”

  1. lol

    sometimes henry is funny…

    next time just leave out the rainbow part.
    besides rainbows ARE scary for you!!!

  2. Well, I’m comforted to know that not only am I not the only one who has some weird-ass dreams, but I’m also not the only one with a significant other who finds me highly amusing when I try to explain it to them. I have similar experiences with Simon when I’m trying to describe a dream/nightmare to him. In which it usually ends with me exclaiming, “OK so it doesn’t sound that scary now but it was fucking CREEPY at the time!”

    And your comment about the Twitter in your dream reminds me that I had a dream recently and a vaguely remember wanting to Tweet something that happened to me in it. And when I woke up I can remember thinking I was nuts for wanting to go to Twitter when something so awful was about to happen. lol.

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