The dream story

Loving the rain in Cape Town today!

In my meanderings and bed hopping between the kids last night I had the weirdest dreams in Daniel’s bed:

First I dreamt that I was with someone that is really grating my last nerve at the moment and I was tempted to smoke a cigarette and I just coulnd’t get the words out how much I couldn’t stand being in this person’s presence, even though I knew I needed to say something.  I know what that one is about.

But then, I dreamt that hubby is leaving the kids and I.  It was like watching a car crash, you really don’t want to look, but you just can’t help yourself.  In technicolour nogals. 

The entire conversation about the breakup took place in a house that is not ours and doesn’t look familiar.

In the dream he kind of non-chalantly waved his hand over everything we owned and said ‘I don’t need this, where I’m going she has everything AND a double storey house.  (WTF??) I asked him why he was leaving and he said that he met someone else, but that I didn’t know her.  She works in the same building as him and he always used to see her from behind and she does (wait for it) PDF!  At which point I woke up and thought my imagination/subconscious really could have come up with something better than “PDF”???  And then legged it back to our bedroom, climbed into bed, woke hubby up told him I was really pissed that he had cheated and is leaving.  I got a big kiss and a cuddle for that. 

And all was well.