I have had dreams in the past where we were familiar, comfortable, or otherwise friendly.
Years ago, I recall a dream I had where I was having dinner with him, not unlike the establishment in the 'Yummy' video (waaay before that though)while he talked to me about how upset he was about Selena treating him like a yoyo and Jennifer Lawrence was trolling me from another table.
I had another dream, maybe circa 2018, that was a bit stranger where we ...behaved like animals in front of my mother in a very angry attempt to prove that I was an adult. The masquerade was so obvious that she ignored the hell out of me.
Last night/this morning he checked in for the first time since being married. I was always happy for him, but he was skeptical about the tensile strength of their relationship from the beginning.
Anyway, in the dream, I remember being in a corridor of some sort, metal and sterile, a little futuristic-looking, and there being a table, like I was organizing an event with some folks. He walked in shirtless, with his wife on his heels nagging him as soon as he walked through the door. He sees me and his face lights up; he's so happy to see me again, and he hugs me like an old friend. I missed him too. We take a moment to catch up and anybody can see we love each other. Not in a super romantic way, but not entirely platonic, either.
It would make a wife insecure. Too touchy-feely, too playful, too familiar... and it did.
Fast forward.
I made some art about Justin, in the dream. I kept the art in a chest- like a pirate's chest. It' wasn't lewd. But it was explicit in a very specific way. I drew the personification of his sexual identity and mine. I know how it sounds, but in the dream, I was developing a MMORPG game in which you could level up this avatar. Some people's sexual identity were represented by ferocious animals i.e.; a wolf, a bear, a jaguar, while others looked like furries, some looked like knights in shining armor or gimps, and others' looked like balloon animals, pokemon, shrubs; they ranged from hypersexual and obvious representations to elemental and abstract. In the picture that I'd drawn of us we looked like fluffy balloon pokemon or something, and SOMEONE- some mean girl who was sent to infiltrate my game dev corridor, went into my "safe" which was a pirate's chest and found the drawing.
Hayley (his wife) flipped OUT. She made copies and circulated them to everyone and suddenly I'm out here looking like The Scarlet Letter, for that explicit portrait of us as balloon animals taking a selfie- because everybody knew what it really meant, (that I thought we were sexually/emotionally/physically compatible)
She told him "You can't see her anymore. You can't talk to her, you can't be friends, you need to cut her out of your life, because I AM YOUR WIFE!"
He was trying to explain it, he wanted her to understand he had no intentions of leaving her and that we rarely got to see each other anyway. He tried to explain the picture in the context of the MMO where were just taking a regular selfie as balloon animal pokemon (soft, sweet, gentle, loving, fluffy, light-hearted, innocent balloon animals XD) but that just pissed her off more.
"I forbid it!" she finalized the argument with that.
His face straightened up, he grabbed his shirt and walked out the door. She followed him. He walked and walked as she followed him on his heels, shouting at him every step of the way saying things like,
"STOP! You can't do this to me! I am your wife! You will turn around NOW!"
and
"I said I forbid it! You have to do what I say! I am your WIFE!"
He opens the door to my game dev corridor, doesn't slow his pace at all and he just walks up to me with a look that says "Are we doing this, or what?"
I just look at him like "For sure." and we both start walking down the corridor while Hayley is shrieking at the top of her lungs now that he's going to regret it, making threats and telling him he literally can't go against her wishes.
As she says this, she grabs my leg, still talking to him, but making the attempt to stop me from walking. I kindly remove her hands from me like a pair of straight fit jeans and we proceed. She steps in front of ME, again, still fussing at HIM and I just go around her until she says that's it, and calls security. All of a sudden these agents of chaos actually come from my own staff, they're people she hired to be spies and they start chasing us.
We start running like we're professional free-runners and the corridor gradually turns into a prison. I somehow make it out into the rec area and even manage to get out of that, on to the street. A lot of other prisoners made it out too and we're all running, scattering in our separate directions, some jump on buses and others get caught by police that were just in the area, but me. I got away. Lost Justin along the way though. Good luck, fam.
On a more concerned note, I hope that your marriage is going well and that Hayley isn't seriously trying to regulate what you dream about. Call me if you need me.
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