Dream On!

Ok, so I am a bit loath to publish a vivid dream of mine on the internet, but being as this is a blog and it's all about exhibitionism and voyeurism and all that post-postmodern trash here goes....

Last night, I dreamt that I was living in a futuristic city (think Minority Report) with my RL husband. I do not remember if I had my son or not. We got into the public transit cars and were speeding along the circuit to a gathering at a friend's house.

We got there, the apartment decor was kind of a dark minimalist design. We ate a la fondue (no, Heather Ann, I still can't get my keypad to make the accent marks.) And who's there, across the table from me in all his dark and sensitive glory? None other than Colin Firth. Mind you, he wasn't an actor, he was an industrial chef. You know, one of those people who works for a super-rich mega corp with a cafeteria that actually serves good food? (It was a dream, afterall.)

We hit it off. We ended up drinking wine and flirting deliciously in the kitchen, while my husband and the other guests enjoyed the evening back in the other part of the apartment. He was subtle, sexy and intriguing. The next series of scenes flew by in rapid succession, signifiying passage of time, I think. We ended up having a passionate, tender and steamy affair. I ended up leaving my husband for this man!

Now, those of you who know me, understand that cheating is a huge hot button for me. My ex cheated on me. In real life, I like to believe I would never cheat on my husband no matter how upset or unfulfilled I may be. (Definition: Cheating means having extra-marital intimacy without my partner's consent.) I believe that I can be honest enough with myself and my husband to address those issues, should they arise.

I know that it's common for individuals to dream about being with other people. But in this dream, the act of cheating and the ensuing affair were foundational aspects. Color me puzzled. There are parts of my marriage that I'm less than pleased with, but not nearly enough to cheat. What is my subconcious trying to tell me? That I need to be worried or that I really to star in a sexy movie with Colin Firth?

You make the call.