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By Misti Date: 2002 Mar 12 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.12.16.19.475]] |
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wife: I dreamed about him this morning. husband: So that explains the attitude you gave me when I tried to wake you up. wife: He was telling me the reasons why it would never work between us. He has a career, I don't. He lives in another state. He enjoys anal sex. So we made love the regular way and then went our separate ways. husband: What do you think it means? wife: It doesn't mean anything. Dreams don't mean anything. husband: That contradicts everything you've told me about dreams. You're Cherokee. Dreams are sacred. wife: I'm not Cherokee. I'm a quarter Cherokee, diluted with Ireland and Scotland and Germany and France and Switzerland. Dreams are just the sub strata of the subconscious. Or something. husband: But you've had a lot of dreams about him. wife: I've never even met the guy. I've never even heard his voice on the phone. He's just...a symbol. husband: But what does he represent? wife: Longing. husband: Longing for what? wife: I don't know. He's...someone I'd like to drink beer with. husband: I can't believe you can say that after the way he treated you. He's slime. wife: He was always honest. I admire honesty. husband: No he wasn't. He was slime. I should've known you wouldn't break the pattern. wife: What pattern? husband: All the women I've ever known always want the one who treats them like shit. I should've played hard to get. wife: I wouldn't have respected you for that. I was tired of all the games. husband: You keep dreaming of him. He means something to you. wife: I don't think so. Maybe he represents the only love I was ever familiar with before you...unrequited love. He represents longing. Nothing more. husband: You're lying. But that's fine. I still dream of Michelle sometimes. wife: In an ideal world you'd be with Michelle. husband: And you'd be with him. |