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July 29, 2006
Nightmare
I woke up in the night having had the most horrible nightmare. I dreamed that MR went out to California to do some consulting at that school for obese teens I wrote about a few days ago. That part was good -- improving the menu. But he came home acting very strange. For instance, he was defending the inclusion of bagels in the diet of overweight kids. He was spouting bizarre, outdated lowfat dogma. "What has gotten into you?" I asked him.
He confessed that he wanted to move out to California to work at the school. I said I couldn't leave my job and didn't want to go back to long distance. I pointed out that he had been mentioning the name of one of the staff members, a foaming at the mouth lowfat propagandist, named Francine (there is no such person -- this was all just a dream.) He fessed up that he had been seduced by the lowfat girl and was going to leave me to go be with her. I said, "But honey, we're buying a house." He pointed out that we haven't closed on it yet. I said, "I keep hoping that this is one big nightmare and I'll wake up."
I woke up! And there was MR, sleeping peacefully beside me. Actually, he wasn't sleeping peacefully because he had just been woken up by the howling of our ever-hungry eighteen year old calico cat. I told him about the dream. He assured me that it was nothing more than a horrible nightmare.
"Don't worry baby," he said, "you'll always be the flax oil on my broccoli."
Posted by april at July 29, 2006 8:55 AM