Dream a Dream of Madness
A fun little dream I had yesterday afternoon (worst time for sleep, kidz).
My dream-self happened to be sitting around when I suddenly, randomly remembered that I had just overlooked an important factor in my current relationship. Namely, I had forgotten to tell my girlfriend that I was already married. Mainly because I had FORGOTTEN MYSELF.
Apparently, while stricken with a wasting illness a few months before, I had been cared for and courted by a kindly if rather bland young woman who I had apparently, in some delirious disease-fugue, actually married. I think we had bought a house somewhere, but she apparently didn't mind that I was never home or didn't even seem to remember that she existed. This sudden epiphany thus came as a tremendous surprise to me and I found myself in a dream-esque version of a Three's Company episode. Dream-me had to somehow explain the matter to my girlfriend while figuring out how to break things off with kind but unremembered wife.
This was made even more nerve-wracking by the fact that my wife was a slavishly devoted if annoying creature, who practically worshipped the ground I walked on.
It was made even worse by the fact that when I went to talk to her, I realized I had forgotten her name. Desperately looking into her smiling face, I tried to recall a first name, a last name, anything. I was just about to start calling her Mrs. *my last name* when I had a BRAINSTORM.
"Hey, what's your middle name?"
"It's Renee!"
"Uh so say your full name for me it will be sexy."
(I WILL NEVER FORGET THIS NAME): "Fuchse Renee Marie."
"...that's cute. Fuchse, we gotta get a divorce."
Then I woke up.
My dream-self happened to be sitting around when I suddenly, randomly remembered that I had just overlooked an important factor in my current relationship. Namely, I had forgotten to tell my girlfriend that I was already married. Mainly because I had FORGOTTEN MYSELF.
Apparently, while stricken with a wasting illness a few months before, I had been cared for and courted by a kindly if rather bland young woman who I had apparently, in some delirious disease-fugue, actually married. I think we had bought a house somewhere, but she apparently didn't mind that I was never home or didn't even seem to remember that she existed. This sudden epiphany thus came as a tremendous surprise to me and I found myself in a dream-esque version of a Three's Company episode. Dream-me had to somehow explain the matter to my girlfriend while figuring out how to break things off with kind but unremembered wife.
This was made even more nerve-wracking by the fact that my wife was a slavishly devoted if annoying creature, who practically worshipped the ground I walked on.
It was made even worse by the fact that when I went to talk to her, I realized I had forgotten her name. Desperately looking into her smiling face, I tried to recall a first name, a last name, anything. I was just about to start calling her Mrs. *my last name* when I had a BRAINSTORM.
"Hey, what's your middle name?"
"It's Renee!"
"Uh so say your full name for me it will be sexy."
(I WILL NEVER FORGET THIS NAME): "Fuchse Renee Marie."
"...that's cute. Fuchse, we gotta get a divorce."
Then I woke up.