“That’s Messed Up”

I told my husband about a dream I had last night.

Me: You know how I dream about the same places? Like I often dream about grocery stores. But that’s a category, the stores don’t always look the same.

Husband: Yeah.

Me: Well I’ve started noticing that I dream about the same places. One is a hilly, winding, snowy, icy road on the way to Seattle.

Husband: Oh like when we went to Winthrop [WA]?

Me: . . .Not exactly. It’s exaggerated because it’s a dream. Well last night, I dreamt we were together, just hanging out, and we saw the road and I said to you, “Oh I dream about that road a lot.”

Husband: That’s messed up.

Me: Right?! I’ve been unnerved all day.