Had an Actual NIGHTMARE!

I guess it was triggered by getting a safe deposit box at the bank to store my important papers and talk of CS ending.

I dreamed that Chef had a reunion with his over decade long PASed out now adult skids--all three of them--and he folded like a cheap suit. He showed up in a king cab pickup with OSS, YSS in the back and SD vying, as usual, to ride shotgun next to Dadddeeeeee.

It was like it picked up from where they left off many years ago. As usual, I was bringing up the rear (many household and business chores). SD finally got out of the front passenger seat when she saw me approaching the vehicle. He immediately started cowtowing to them while they verbally abused Chef with diatribes based on the Gir -n- clan's lies.

Now I will say that Chef does not own a pickup with an extended cab. He has a plain 2 seater pickup with a long bed. But who knows? He might run out and get one to accommodate his three industrial strength-sized giants.

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How horrible for you

What an awful night you had!

But please promise me if this ever turns into a reality that you'll take Chef to the cleaners legally and get out. *help*

He has nothing

To be cleaned! He's basically my dependent. The only thing of value he has is his amazing construction skills.

I hate it when reality pollutes dream land.

Stay diligent Thinkthrice. Dream or not, keep Chef's head out of his own butt

Though I have been in trouble for dream world infraction myself. I recall a number of years ago DW and got up one AM and she was notably irritated with me. After a bit she said... "You are in trouble. You did XYZ and LMNOP! Why would you do that?"

I was confused and told her I had no idea what she was talking about. She informed me that I had cheated and been mean to her ... in her dream. Then she whacked me on the arm and I went to make her a Nesresso ( hate coffee, but am happy to juice her up in the AM). I did get a furrowed brow kiss as we were both leaving for work. I was chuckling as we both climbed into our respective cars. As we pulled out to go to work, in opposite directions, my cell rang. I answered and she said "I saw you laughing. You are still in trouble.... CLICK"

This was not the first round of me being in the dream world doghouse.

Ladies, you are such amazing creatures. I love y'all. Particular the woman who tolerates me as her partner.

The trouble with dreams is

The trouble with dreams is that they can be incredibly realistic. I had one a few months back where I was an infiltrated and found myself pursued by both the mafia and the CIA because both sides thought I was double-crossing them. I was jumping from train to train, tearing off in speed boats, checking my stock of weapons, changing my disguises ... and finally woke in a cold sweat, with my stomach in knots desperately wondering how I was going to keep my family safe ... It took me all morning to get rid of the underlying stress (it took me nearly half an hour to fully grasp that it was a dream). Scary.