The Dream

It was so real and vivid, that I can still remember most details.

There was a party. Lots of people there. It looked like Sam's house.

I was there. He was there. His wife was there. But he wasn't talking to his wife, didn't even acknowledge her.

And then there was this pretty girl with short blonde hair.

I was trying to talk to him, but he wasn't listening. He was paying attention to the pretty blonde.

I was talking about previous adventures. (Adventures we always talked about, but never did. Though, in a dream a couple of weeks ago, we did these adventures. There's plenty to analyize about that previous dream, but it doesn't matter.) He was talking to me, but looking at her.

And so I walked away. Starting talking to his wife, who was also watching him watch the blonde. There was some sort of understanding, but completely unspoken.

Cutting to the end of the dream, he starts to leave with the blonde.

"I'm here. Your wife is here. And you're going to leave with this girl you don't know?"

"Yes."

His wife and I stand there together looking at him leave.

Dream ends.

Point taken. And from the details I haven't mentioned because they don't matter to anyone else anyway, I do finally understand.

Funny how these moments of finally understanding are never really enjoyable. There is pain. But there is also relief. Because at least I know that I will never mention it again.

Yes, regardless of how I feel, I will practice a self-restraint of silence that I have only been able to hold one other time in my life.

End of story.