I had an odd dream the other night that was both hilarious and pretty frightening.

I was sitting with my husband (Heretic), and read in the newspaper that he had died.  I was very confused, as he was sitting right there…  I was trying to figure out if he was a ghost or if I had gone crazy.  I remember saying in the dream “I guess if you’re a ghost, we’re going to have to rethink our position on things then, huh?”

Anyhow, for the philosophical part, I found that I was just crazy and was imagining he was there.  I decided to stay insane, because nothing at all had changed at home except no one else could see him.  I figured if things stayed the same and I was still happy, then there was no reason to get treated for my delusion…  Talk about feeling like I was religious or something!!!  :)

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