Big (wrong) love
Apparently, my subconscious has romance on the brain. Hideous, awful, wrong romance.
First, it was a dream that two of my straight male coworkers had been a couple for over a decade, and that one of our other coworkers (IRL a first-session D&E seasonal) was their 16-year-old foster son (dude is young, but not that young), being brought, as it were, into the family business.
Then, last night, I dreamed that Stephen Fry was engaged to Sarah Michelle Gellar. Go ahead. I'll wait here a mo. while you reread that sentence and count all the things that are wrong with it.
I worry myself sometimes.