Which I think I’ve made obvious by my previous posts.
What’s that? You want another example?
A little background- last night I dreamt a spider was on my pillow, and Brisket swooped in and killed it for me. This morning though, it seemed a little too real…so I sent him an e-mail asking about him killing spiders last night.
Yes, you woke up, and said “There’s a spider!”
I woke up and said “What?”
“There’s a spider! Kill it!”
Then you crouched toward the bottom of the bed, leaving the place you had just been empty.
“It was near my face.”
I couldn’t see anything and suspected you had been dreaming, so I reached over to the empty spot, and rubbed it vigorously with my hands. Then I brushed off your pillow,and flipped it over and brushed off the other side.
“There. I got him.”
You seemed content with that and went back to sleep, thus securing my nomination for Husband of the Year.
That’s love- squashing imaginary dream spiders for your spouse when all you want to do is tell them to go back to sleep…